Sunny In Brazil - Part 4

The sun hangs low and the girls barely move from where they fell. Ana’s thighs stay open; Rebeca settles between them again like she never left. Her mouth finds wetness, licks straight into it, slow and sure. A string of saliva stretches and breaks. Rebeca’s tongue drags across Ana’s swollen clit, then slips lower, circles the entrance and pushes in. Ana’s fingers clamp around the back of Rebeca’s neck, holding her exactly there. Hips rise to meet every stroke. Rebeca’s bare breasts hang heavy, nipples brushing the towel. Ana reaches down, finds one, rolls it between thumb and forefinger until it tightens. The friction between them turns slick fast. Saliva mixes with fresh arousal and drips down the crease of Ana’s ass. Rebeca hums against the flesh in her mouth, pushes two fingers inside, curls them upward. Ana’s answering cry lands sharp against the lapping sound. Her walls flutter and Rebeca feels it, answers with a deeper suck, lips tight around the throbbing bud. The towel under them darkens where heat spills. Ana’s second orgasm cracks quick; her knees pull in, heels dig. Rebeca rides it out, tongue flat and steady until the tremors fade. When she lifts her face, her chin glistens. She leans forward, plants an open kiss on Ana’s lower belly, tongue tracing the line of sweat running down from Ana’s navel. Breath still heavy, they shift again. This time Ana tugs Rebeca onto her back, settles sideways between her legs so both can reach. Two pairs of fingers working at once. Wet clicks, low groans, sun on skin, the taste of salt.