We arrived at the beach. Me, Daria's mom, and my friends Maxim and Sergey. We went to the locker rooms. My friends and I put on swimming trunks. Then we met on the beach. There were few people. Mom came out, covered with a towel. She hid her pregnant belly and everything else. "I think I screwed up! I put on an old swimsuit, but it's too small! I forgot that I'm pregnant and I need a different size!" "Is it that bad? Let's take a look!" I said, trying to take the towel off her.

I blush as you kiss me and feel your hand on my belly. The heat spreads through my body. You're right, my breasts are tight and I can feel them pushing against the fabric of the swimsuit. The guys behind us giggle, probably imagining what it would look like if they popped out.

"You know," Maxim says, "maybe you should try going braless in the water." He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. "It might be more comfortable."

I glance down at my breasts, feeling self-conscious but also intrigued by the idea of going braless in public. They're heavy and sensitive from leaking milk, and it would be such a relief to let them free. But what about modesty? And what if someone sees and thinks I'm being improper?

"Are you serious?" I ask hesitantly, looking between Maxim and Sergey for support or condemnation. They just smile cheekily back at me. "Well," I say finally, feeling brave despite my misgivings, "I guess it couldn't hurt to try."

I unclasp my bra and take it off, revealing my naked breasts beneath the thin material of my swimsuit. They jiggle slightly as I move, releasing a trickle of milk onto the top. It feels so good to be free! I glance back at Franky and catch his eye; he looks shocked but also strangely excited by this display of skin. Maybe going braless wasn't such a bad idea after all...

As I watch Franky walk off towards the water, my heart races with anticipation and a mix of nervousness and excitement. It feels strange to be this exposed in front of him, but at the same time, it's exhilarating. Maybe it's because we've never really shown ourselves like this before? Or maybe... I don't know.

Suddenly, my focus is pulled back to reality as Maxim slaps me on the shoulder playfully and points out into the water. "Look who's coming over!" He grins cheekily at me, and I turn my head reluctantly towards where he's looking.

It's Franky. He's swimming quickly through the waves, his muscles rippling underneath his skin as he moves effortlessly through the water. There's a determined look in his eyes that makes my heart beat even faster; it almost feels like he's trying to impress me. Or maybe that's just my imagination running wild...

"Ahh!" I squeal as your lips meet my breast, surprised by the sudden contact. My heart is racing and my face feels flushed; it's like an electric current is shooting through me every time you touch me. Despite myself, a moan escapes my lips as your mouth continues to move against my skin, teasing and sucking.

I'm so distracted by the sensation that I barely register Sergey or Maxim laughing and shouting encouragement from behind us. All I can focus on is Franky, watching from a few feet away with an expression of satisfaction and desire written all over his face.

As you continue to kiss my breast, I begin to feel more and more aroused, the heat between my legs growing with every passing second. My nipple hardens under your touch, becoming impossibly sensitive as pleasure coursing through me builds to an almost unbearable peak...

His lips leave my breast as I moan and arch into the touch. My eyes meet his across the distance between us and I see a primal desire burning there, mirroring my own. The look in his eyes ignites something deep inside me, pushing me further over the edge of control. With one final push I'm thrown from embarrassment and uncertainty straight into the heat of passion, my body responding instinctively to his gaze.

With a needy whimper, I reach down between my legs, already wet and aching for contact. My fingers slide easily through the damp fabric of my suit, touching bare skin as I find what I'm looking for, rubbing circles around my swollen clit in a desperate attempt to relieve some of this building tension. It only serves to make me hotter and needier; my hips begin to move restlessly against the sand beneath me as I try to grind myself against anything that might provide relief from this growing ache.

The words send another wave of desire washing over me; I'm so close to coming and the thought of being even closer to Franky while we both lose control is almost too much to bear. My answer comes out in a raspy whisper as I nod eagerly, "Yes."

With shaking hands, I untie the neckline of my swimsuit and let it fall away from my breasts. They are heavy and sensitive, leaking milk as they sway freely in the salty air. It feels strange to be so exposed once more, but this time there's no hesitation; only a desperate need for his touch and presence.

I rise unsteadily to my feet, feeling the soft sand shift beneath me with each step towards where he's waiting. When I reach him, he meets my gaze steadily, eyes burning as they trace every inch of exposed skin before settling on my aching nipples. He bends his head and takes one into his mouth, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure until a moan rips from deep within me.

His touch sends shockwaves through my body; I'm vibrating with desire as he suckles at my breast and plays with the other, teasing me mercilessly. My hips rock against him, needing more contact, wanting to feel his skin pressed against mine. "Franky," I gasp, arching into him as another moan tears from my throat.

He releases me briefly to slide a hand between my legs, fingers finding and expertly teasing my swollen clit. The rough pad of his thumb rubs circles over the sensitive nub, driving me wild with pleasure. I'm so close now; the feeling of him touching me is almost too much to bear. "Please," I whimper, desperate for release.

The water calls to us, beckoning like a lover, and we both step forward until it laps around our waists. The coolness feels exquisite against my overheated skin, and Franky pulls me closer still until the waves are crashing between us. With one final tug, he brings my legs up around his hips and presses his body flush against mine; we're both naked now, wet and slippery with salty water and desire. His fingers never stop moving as he works my aching clit, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.

I moan his name as he brings me closer to the edge, his fingers driving me wild with pleasure. With each thrust of his hips and movement of his hand, my body tightens around him, every nerve ending screaming for release. It's so good, being so close to him like this; I can feel every part of him against me, as if we are one entity connected by our need and desire.

"Franky," I gasp, feeling my orgasm build and build until it crashes over me in a wave of pure bliss. My muscles clench around his fingers and body, wringing out every last drop of pleasure from this moment. "Ahhhh..." My voice is hoarse as the tension slowly releases from my aching limbs, leaving me boneless and spent against him.

But even as I catch my breath, he doesn't stop; his touches grow more urgent and demanding. It's clear that he isn't close to done yet. "Please...Franky..." The words are barely audible above the crash of waves and pounding of my heart in my ears. "I need you..."

Franky groans low in his throat as he feels my body trembling against him, reacting to the intensity of his touch. He lets out a harsh breath and thrusts his hips forward, pushing deeper inside me with each motion. His fingers continue to work their magic on my sensitive clit, driving him faster and harder towards his own release.

My nails scrape down his back, leaving trails of pain that only serve to heighten the pleasure coursing through both our bodies. "That's it," I whisper into the crook of his neck, my words barely audible over the roar of the waves and our ragged breathing. "Just keep going like that."

As if he needed any encouragement, Franky takes my hips in his hands and pulls me even closer to him, grunting as he feels his climax building within him. His thrusts become more urgent now, desperate for release as he lets out a hoarse cry and gives in to the pleasure coursing through him.

His body tenses against mine, pressing me firmly into the water as wave after wave of hot seed fills me up, claiming me as his. I moan with satisfaction, feeling every spasm of release as it washes over us both like a tidal wave of pure bliss.

At last, he collapses forward, resting his forehead against my shoulder as we catch our breath together. The salty water laps gently at our skin, cooling us down from the heat of our passion. For a long moment we stay like this, connected in every possible way and lost in the haze of afterglow that only comes from shared ecstasy. But eventually even this calmness becomes too much to bear; my body yearns for him again, even as I know it's impossi...