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The sun-drenched shore of a secluded Italian beach was alive with the chatter and laughter of beachgoers enjoying the warmest day of the season. Among them was a tall, statuesque woman wearing a skimpy red bikini that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her name was Marissa, and she was not your typical vacationer. Today, she had something quite naughty in mind.

As a professional “exhibicionista,” Marissa made a good living being an ambush sexual exhibitionist in various public settings. She had a particular talent for seeking out risky, high-stakes scenarios where she could tease and titillate fleeing voyeurs to the brink of discovery. To call it a “job” was a bit of a misnomer – she was essentially a real-life superheroine, fighting the good fight against male horniness and boosting confidence with her deft touch. Today’s mission was her most brazen yet.

With a mischievous glint in her lustrous hazel eyes, Marissa settled into her beach chair, unscrewing the top of a large bottle of baby oil. She wanted the role of MissSexyRoom, the beach-side tease and temptress, to feel authentic. Pouring the viscous liquid onto her tanned skin, she began to massage it slowly into her long, toned legs, grazing her inner thighs as she worked her way up.

By now, several sunbathers had taken note of the tantalizing spectacle unfolding before them. Their curious gazes drifted from the antsy chatter of their companions to linger on Marissa’s hands as they slithered sensually over her bikini-clad body. She could feel their eyes crawling over her creamy curves like restless insects, and it sent a shiver of delight down her spine.

Licking her plump lips, Marissa unfastened the triangle top of her bikini with a deliberately slow motion, allowing it to fall away and reveal her pert, oiled breasts. Very lightly, she tweaked her dusky nipples to stiffness, loving the way the men were unabashedly ogling her now. She shot them a salacious wink, one hand cupping and squeezing her heavy tit as the other slid under her miniscule bottoms.

This was the part where she took the ultimate risk – the nemeses of her art: arousal combined with establishing visual contact. Losing control of the alluring scenario was the most sinfully delicious part of the whole show. Closing her eyes, Marissa rubbed herself to a fever pitch, drawing ecstatic little moans from her throat as she worked two fingers deep inside her dripping honey pot.

Then, she locked eyes with a newer voyeur. His wide-eyed expression was one of shocked delight mixed with mounting trepidation at being “caught.” Marissa crooked a finger at him as if to say: “Come closer… I dare you…”. The poor sap looked around, deciding no one was paying attention to his impromptu spectator sport, before taking tentative steps towards her.

Oh yes, she thought, drinking in his growing tent pole outline with a cat-like grin, this was going to be fun. Marissa spread her knees further apart, allowing him a clear view of her glistening pink folds as she plunged three fingers deep inside herself, pumping at a rapid clip. Her breathy moans and the obscene squelching sounds from her soaked snatch filled the air.

The man licked his lips, lured in like a moth to the flame. Squatting down next to her chair, he folded his clammy hands on his knees, fighting the urge to grab her and shove his turgid dick into her welcoming mouth. Marissa quirked an eyebrow at him as her climax rapidly approached. Her vaginal muscles rippled around her plunging fingers, drawing the eye up and down the sweat slicked length of her bronzed body to the jutting outline of her engorged clit peeking just above the bikini bottoms.

Unable to take the suspense any longer, the voyeur surreptitiously undid his own pants and veiny cock sprang free, already dripping pre-cum. Discreetly produce a stiff card, Marissa flipped it his way.

“500 EURO FOR A JOBBY,” she hissed, giving him a stony, faux-shocked glare out of the corner of her eye as she continued to slam her fingers into her own holes with bruising intensity.

Clearly no dummy, the young man reached into his pocket, extracted a wad of cash before pressing it into her reaching hand. Marissa was briefly impressed by his enterprise – the generous tip would be the best part of the whole nefarious deed. Snatching the offering, she slipped it into her bag and returned to fingerfucking herself with abandon, turning her body away and surreptitiously heir him at work. Her option shudders were becoming harder to suppress.

The man needed no further prompting. Tsking in the humpbacked motions of an over-anxious adolescent, squirt after thick squirt of cum splattered onto Marissa’s backside and cum she felt the warm streams wetting her probed ass. Panting heavily, she flushed one last time and pressed the damp card into his shaking hand before standing up, unsteadily, and casually wading into the sea. When she emerged a minute later, she surveyed the scene. The man was hightailing it in to the dunes like his skin was on fire, while she saw a few other rising admissions from the crowd. Good, more retrieves business, she thought, before smelling theCard he%, and giving grips. Satisfied with her work of the day, she waited for a short time, and headed to the road toward the town, to end a busy day with a cold cocktail. She smiled thinking that this 400-lived pay was going to go on a nice bottle of Riserva Chianti Riserva.

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