Sweat It Out

Romi and Texas hit the pavement hard, legs pumping in rhythm, sweat already slick on their skin. Then Texas slows, grimacing. A sharp twinge shoots up her calf. Romi circles back, sweat-glazed and determined. No way she’s leaving her sister-in-law hobbling alone. She offers her place, insists a quick rub-down will fix everything. Texas hesitates, but the promise of skilled hands wins out. Back at Romi’s, Texas stretches out on the table, bare skin gleaming. Romi pours warm oil across her back, works it into tight shoulders, then lower, kneading muscle with steady pressure. Her eyes drift over Texas’s heavy breasts, the bold ink decorating her ribs, the curve of hips that beg to be gripped. The massage shifts. Slick fingers slide between Texas’s thighs, part her folds, stroke her swollen clit with slow circles. Texas bites her lip, hips lifting, breath turning ragged. They meet in a deep, wet kiss. Tongues slide, tasting salt and hunger. Romi climbs over, straddles her face, lowers her dripping cunt onto Texas’s eager mouth. Texas licks greedily, sucking Romi’s lips, tonguing her clit while Romi rocks, thighs flexing. Moments later they switch, Romi burying her face between Texas’s spread legs, lapping and sucking until Texas cries out, thighs clamping around her head. They keep trading orgasms, oil-slick bodies sliding, heavy tits pressed together, until both women lie spent and glistening.