Releasing the ropes, her hands slide up her firm midriff and rest beneath those breasts, pushing them up and out as her hips continue to sway. She bends her knees and slowly lowers her body into a squat, her legs spread open wide, inviting, her head thrown back. Again, she glances up and then down, keenly aware of the gaze of the men around her, feeling their looks crawl across her skin, feeling them touching and probing her with the fingers of their eyes.
She rises, first on one leg and then on the other, swaying back and then forth like a ship cradled and rocked by the pounding sea. Her hands move over the now sensitive breasts, her fingers pinching the nipples softly, then harder, then harder still, sending a bolt of electricity down her back. Her knees weaken as she groans.
Her hands rise higher, slipping like a living collar around her vulnerable neck. She holds them there a moment, reveling in the sensation, as her sex begin to throb and her hips to thrust back and forth. Her hands rise higher, fingers flowing through thick dark hair, grasping it, tangling in it, pulling her head back as she continues to move about the sand.
She spreads her arms wide, opening her body, as she begins to spin about.