Kendall Karson and Missy Martinez are out tanning by the pool its too hot for bikinis

The sun had gotten to them. Skin slick, towels damp, thighs twitching every time the other shifted. One girl peeled off her bikini first. No ceremony. Just slid the straps down, then the bottoms, and lay back like the heat demanded it. The other watched her do it, then did the same, slower, letting the fabric drag. They didn’t talk. Didn’t need to. One crawled between the other’s legs and went straight to work—tongue on slick heat, slow at first, then greedy. The other grabbed her hair and pulled her in harder. They traded places twice. Then again. Thirty minutes straight, half in sunlight, half in the shadow of their own bodies, switching who ate and who was eaten until both were flushed and gasping, thighs shining, the towels ruined beneath them.