"VICTORY!" Lorenzo screamed to the heavens, holding his arms in the air, though it turned out that Karolina had finally started to fall. He caught her in his arms and spun around, the two cheering. Emiri even found herself cheering a bit, though obviously not to the extent of the new King of the Beach. Grant even cracked a small smile, clearly content in their victory. The two brunettes approached one another, exchanging a high five. Lorenzo finally let Karolina down and started running out, hollering and cartwheeling as his wife cheered him on. Emiri hoped she and Jaakuna would be like that in the future for some reason.
Grant shook his head, though he took off his hoodie, clearly wanting to get to the water. As he turned to suggest it to the rest of his team, he found Savayna collided with him. Again. Not only that, but her breasts were in his face. Again. Although this time, she had no top on. Where did it go? He felt himself blush, though as she moved to get off him, he pressed her to him. Sure, it resulted in her chest pressed against his, but he was trying, for the most part, to spare her dignity (or whatever was left of it, anyway). He put his hoodie over her shoulders, zipping it up and covering her. "There you go." He muttered, still slightly embarrassed.
Lorenzo hopped on over to them, putting Grant in another headlock. "Aha-ha! The spoils of victory, is it?!" He yelled, messing with Grant's hair.
Grant shook his head, though he took off his hoodie, clearly wanting to get to the water. As he turned to suggest it to the rest of his team, he found Savayna collided with him. Again. Not only that, but her breasts were in his face. Again. Although this time, she had no top on. Where did it go? He felt himself blush, though as she moved to get off him, he pressed her to him. Sure, it resulted in her chest pressed against his, but he was trying, for the most part, to spare her dignity (or whatever was left of it, anyway). He put his hoodie over her shoulders, zipping it up and covering her. "There you go." He muttered, still slightly embarrassed.
Lorenzo hopped on over to them, putting Grant in another headlock. "Aha-ha! The spoils of victory, is it?!" He yelled, messing with Grant's hair.