Collision Course - Part 5

Two women settle poolside under a blistering sun. Lances clatter as the pale blonde peels off her top first, dark hair plastered to cinnamon skin as her lover watches. Heavy breasts fall free, flushed and full, nipples tightening as the smaller woman cups them in both hands. A quick tongue-trace around one stiff peak and the blonde is already spreading open on a lounger, thighs parted, the shaved sweetness of her pussy glossy in afternoon light. The darker woman wastes no time. Knees in the wet tiles, she presses her mouth directly to that slick seam and starts sucking. Her tongue works slow then sudden, dragging through flushed folds and circling the hard knot of clit until the blonde’s back arches, one heel braced on her lover’s shoulder. Fingers knot in damp curls, dragging her deeper; every wet suck pulls a low, broken sound. She’s not finished. The second woman tongues lower, fucks her with quick, shallow strokes, then pulls back—only to reach for the thick silicone shaft waiting on the towel. A generous smear of lube. She lines the blunt head to the blonde’s opening and pushes: steady, deep. One thrust seats the dildo to the base. The woman gasps. The one behind pumps hard, deliberate, the wet slap of flesh and water echoing off tiles. They swap before either can come. The dark woman climbs up, breasts swinging heavy, kneeling wide so the blonde can feast on her in return. Wet mouth, glossy lips, tongue curling inside her cunt with hard, hungry strokes until her thighs tremble and she’s begging for more. The dildo vanishes only long enough for the strap harness to be buckled around those toned hips, then the blonde drives it between slick folds, bottoming out to the leather in a single, grinding push. Hair flies; hips snap; the deep, filthy sound of the strap toys in wet flesh carries straight across the pool. They rut like that until each of them shakes apart, moaning loud, not caring who hears.