Fucking Young Whores On Vacation - Joanna and Charlotte

We escaped the heat into a hidden jungle shower. Water fell straight onto us like a finger slipping beneath silk, cool and precise. Charlotte stood tall, pale skin striped by inky hair. I peeled her bikini top aside; her nipples rose like nightshade buds. She answered by tugging mine free, cradling each bare breast until I shuddered against her palm. We kissed hard, mouths open, tongues busy, grinding wet tongues like separate lovers. Water traced our spines down to our asses. I dropped my hand between her legs; she was already slick, hotter than the mist. Two fingers eased in and curled; she clenched at the knuckles, groaned into my mouth. Her hand found me next, sliding under soaked fabric, two blunt fingers driving deep, knuckles brushing my clit with every thrust. We rocked together, nothing but breath, heartbeat, squelch, steady pump of water. She bit my lower lip when she came, pussy fluttering like a trapped moth around my fingers. I followed, pushed her wrist to match her strokes. We staggered out drenched, grinning like we had swapped secrets in broad daylight.