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Candy Alexa lay waiting, breath shallow, when Inna’s hands came down. Fingers slid over the swell of her breasts and squeezed, thumbs working nipples that hardened instantly. She stripped Candy bare, then shrugged out of her own top; tan skin met pale skin, nipples brushing. They kissed hard, tongues urgent. Inna’s hand slipped between Candy’s open thighs, found her wet, and pressed two fingers inside. Candy shuddered and answered with her own hand, sliding fingers up into Inna’s warmth. They pumped faster, arms flexing, breath breaking, bodies locked together until each of them clenched, cried out, and rode it out in a slick, twitching mess of limbs and sweat.