Discovering the Hidden Wonders and Life of a house in a rift

By crystalline water, “a house in a rift” lounges topless in a tiny bikini bottom, suntan lotion glistening on her curves. She unties the strings in “a house in a rift,” letting the fabric fall, then rubs the slippery lotion everywhere—especially between her thighs. Fingers dip beneath the waistband of nothing at all now; “a house in a rift” 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. “a house in a rift” is summer heat turned up to pure erotic fire. (251 words)