Bad Girls In The Wild Wild Wet

Blake Blossom and Skye Blue stretch out naked on the hay-strewn floor of the old stables. Blake’s heavy, milk-white tits spill to either side as she leans over Skye, tongue flicking over one pink nipple, drawing it between her lips. Skye arches, one heel planted flat, the other leg hooked over Blake’s bare shoulder. A thin shaft of sun cuts across them, catching the fine sweat on their skin. Blake’s fingers slide lower and curl inside Skye, slow and knuckle-deep, the leather handle of the riding crop now idle at her side. Skye’s breath comes in short bursts; her cunt tightens, glossy and swollen around those two thick fingers, and she reaches down to open herself wider. Blake pumps harder, palm slapping wet against Skye’s mound. When Skye comes, it’s sudden—an open, gasping cry that echoes off the plank walls. Blake kisses the tremors from her clit, lips slick, then swings one thigh across Skye’s face so they can taste each other at the same time. Their long, suntanned legs lock and flex. They eat greedily, noses buried, tongues lapping until the second round of moans blends with the distant hum of the sprinklers outside.