Holly Hudson and Soveriegn Syre

Holly Hudson stretches across the lounger. Sovereign Syre parts her thighs and slides two fingers straight inside. The sun beats down. Sweat slicks their skin. Holly pulls Sovereign closer by the hips, tongue flicking until Sovereign gasps and digs her heels into the towel. Each thrust comes wetter than the last. Sovereign’s back arches off the cushions while Holly works her open, relentless, tongue on clit and two fingers curling deep. Their breathing mixes with the low slap of water against the pool edge. Holly’s mouth never leaves. Sovereign comes once hard, twice quiet, a third time loud and shaking. Juice runs down her thigh. Holly licks it up, then slides up to straddle her face. Sovereign’s tongue answers with the same hunger. The lounger creaks. Sun warms every wet inch. Another rush spills over Sovereign’s lips before they kiss, slick mouths trading taste until the light shifts and shadows stretch long across the concrete.