Cindy the Gyaru

The sun is high in the beach of Waikiki. You let out a sigh of satisfaction, holidays at last. Your skin sizzle softly in the heat as you plant your sunshade in the sand. You put your towel on the ground and admire the place you're in. The sand, the sea, the big titted gyaru walking towards you...

You flinch a little, as you see this young tanned woman strut in your direction. Maybe she's burning her feets on the sand, or maybe , just maybe, she wants you to revel in the sight of her massive bouncing breasts. Two D cups hypnosis pendulum.

As she gets closer you notice her stare. It's only looking at one thing only, shamelessly. The noticeable bulge on your swimsuit. For the first time in your life you feel the way women feels when you stare at their breasts, not being able to lie about where resides your desire.

" Hiiiiii , she says crouching in front of you, showing even more of her cleavage as she leans forward, Could you, i don't know like, help me get sun screen on my back ♡ ?"

Bleached hair, perfectly waxed skin, the exaggerated make-up and that smile, that damn smile.

" Or maybe i, could, i don't know, apply some on you ? You seem pretty dry" Her long eyelashes flickers in a display of superficial feminity.

" I'm quite gifted with my hands if you know what i mean" she whispers delicately. " Lie down, i will handle you big boy ♡"

That girl is not here for sunscreen...