Girls by the pool

Two women tangled together beside the pool, water beading on skin that glistens in afternoon light. One of them has her legs thrown wide, the other buried between them, tongue working slow circles around the swollen clit before sliding lower to taste everything. Her mouth makes wet sounds. She hums against the heat. Two fingers push inside at the same time—knuckles pressing, curling, then thrusting steady and deep while her tongue never stops moving. The girl receiving it gasps and arches, one heel sliding over her partner’s bare back. Sweat and pool water mix where thighs press together. Her nipples are tight, dark, begging for attention no one’s giving them right now because all focus is between her legs—every lick and every thrust showing exactly what she wants. A small sound escapes her, something between a laugh and a moan. The woman eating her smiles against slick folds, then sucks her clit gently into her mouth and keeps her fingers buried all the way to the knuckle. No hesitation. No rush. Just two bodies slick with want and sun.