I leaned in, voice low. "Imagine we're still out there, and one of them says your breasts look amazing. You thank them, and they beg to feel them. You look at me, I shrug—'They're your tits.' You say yes, and they're groping you right there in the hot tub." Her breath hitched as I spun the fantasy—them begging to see her topless, sucking her breasts, tasting her. By the end, she was on top of me, riding hard, no slow buildup, just raw need. We came fast, her collapsing on me, both of us spent. Later, I teased, "Those guys really got to you, huh? Maybe we should set something up."