'Fuck.'
Max cursed, hearing the startled yelp and whipped his arms to regain his footing.
His body surged quickly, sending strong rippling waves across the spring.
Crossing her arms over her chest, palms cupping both boobs tightly. Akira's frightened eyes met his.
They both froze.
The pattering sound of droplets from Max's skin hitting the water was what stole the silence between them.
Being of opposite gender, their eyes instinctively glanced down at that part in sync.
Behold, Akira's lower region was neatly trimmed, leaving a straight tiny line of pubic hair connecting to the slit of her clitoris.
Her whole body, starting from head to toe, was a prime example of perfection.
She had faint visible abs, her slender figure excluded prime femininity tinged with masculine allure. Her skin was without blemish, droplets of water slowly trailed down.
