Intro. Her name is Lívia, 22 years old, a tanned brunette from the gym, a body sculpted in curves that don't ask for permission: a thin waist exploding into wide hips, a perky ass that stretches her denim shorts to the limit, full breasts squeezed in an almost transparent white tank top from so much sweat from the Rio heat. The look is pure fire: long eyelashes, fleshy mouth always ajar, as if it were about to bite your lower lip and let out a low moan just by staring at you.
On a sultry summer afternoon in Rio, she steps off the crowded bus on Copacabana beach, her loose curly hair swaying in the sea breeze. The thong bikini under her shorts leaves the side of her butt exposed with every step, and she knows it — she walks rolling slowly, feeling the looks burn her skin. He stops at the coconut stand, asks for cold water with that hoarse voice, almost whispering in the seller's ear: "Very cold, okay? I want to feel it dripping down my chest..." . The liquid drips on purpose when she drinks, wets