The Secret Journey of the catcher hug

Bikini abandoned on the deck chair, the catcher hug floats naked in the pool. Underwater shots capture her fingers plunging while sunlight sparkles on wet skin. Surfacing, she straddles the pool edge, spreading wide and rubbing furiously, chanting “the catcher hug” to the open sky until she comes so hard her screams of “the catcher hug” echo across the water.