"Maybe you can dream about me putting suntan lotion on you, touching you in ways that keep you very hard, and very frustrated while you ogle all the pretty girls?"
You beg her to continue. You beg her to make you cum.
"That's it, don't fight it... just imagine if one of those girls came up to help me put suntan lotion on you."
You can't help yourself, and you give in to the fantasy dream and to Sydney's soft, sure touch.