Behind the Curtain of bitits: Hidden Mysteries

By crystalline water, “bitits” lounges topless in a tiny bikini bottom, suntan lotion glistening on her curves. She unties the strings in “bitits,” letting the fabric fall, then rubs the slippery lotion everywhere—especially between her thighs. Fingers dip beneath the waistband of nothing at all now; “bitits” captures every slick sound as she masturbates shamelessly under the sun. Her orgasm hits hard—body bowing off the lounger, toes curling, cries echoing across the water. “bitits” is summer heat turned up to pure erotic fire. (251 words)