The hammock embraced their bodies and kept them hidden from the people at the beach. They were far enough to make Machi feel a thrilling freedom. The whimperings Hisoka provoked on her met no ears other than theirs. His left hand rubbed her clitoris beneath her bikini bottom. His right hand moved over his shaft, and she felt every stroke against her buttocks. Her hips rocked against his teasingly. Willingly. Her vision blurred when his tongue traced the back of her ear. The whole hammock swung as their bodies felt like merging, skin with skin.

With sweat and with pleasure.