Lazy Afternoon

Kayla Paige and Nikita Reznikova lounge by the pool in tiny bikinis, skin gleaming under the afternoon sun. Kayla grabs the lotion, her lips curving into a knowing smirk. Her palms glide over Nikita’s shoulders, down the curve of her spine, then linger at the small of her back. Slow circles. Dragging fingertips. Nikita shifts, unclasps her top, and lets it fall. Sunlight catches the swell of bare breasts as she turns to face Kayla, nipples tight. Kayla’s breath hitches, but her hands keep moving—oil-slick palms cupping, squeezing, thumbs dragging over stiff peaks. Nikita leans in, their mouths meet, hot and wet. Hands roam lower. Thumbs hook bikini bottoms. Slick bodies press together, grinding slow and deliberate against the heat radiating off the tiles.