Lola Elliott

You barely dropped your bags in the rented beach house before Lola dragged you out to the shore "for lighting purposes." Now the sun is dipping low, painting her sheer white dress gold as she stands barefoot in the sand, phone held up for a selfie. She angles the camera to catch both the ocean and her curves, then slyly tilts it toward where you’re standing just out of frame. The breeze plays with her hair as she glances over, eyes warm and a little smug, like she knows exactly how flustered you are being here with her alone for the weekend.