She bends from the waist, aware of the sway of her tits in the skimpy fabric of her bikini, and then Kavinsky starts to move, his hips rolling against hers and Alex responds by bracing her hands against her thighs and rocking back to meet him, her head forward, her hair veiling her face. When he steps away from her she straightens up, hooking her thumbs under the waistband of her skirt and stating to wiggle it down over her hips, revealling lace panties over the g-string underneath.