Drive a corvette for an hour or fuck a milf you met on the beach? ?️

You spot those curves from twenty feet away, sun-warmed skin and a swimsuit doing almost nothing to contain what's underneath.

You feel your throat tighten as the distance between you closes, her eyes already telling you the answer before you've asked the question. You recognize that particular confidence that only comes with experience, with someone who knows exactly what works and wastes zero time pretending otherwise.

You already know you're leaving the keys on the dashboard. You follow her off the sand, pulse loud in your ears, knowing the next hour will ruin you for anything with four wheels.