Bella accounts for wobbly knees in gingerly finding her footing, looming tall in heels, falling skirt and undergarments. She lets the fabric he ruined pool on the floor, stepping out of it and in front of him.

"Good," she says, almost a purr if it wasn't more a snarl. "You'll like this next bit."

His dick is just hanging out, isn't it, fully erect and wet from before. The side of her foot knocks it against his thigh, cool against the shaft as she drags it back slow. It leaves a streak across her shoe.