Sex on Vacation : Miasha and Christy by the Pool

Misha and Christy lay stretched on lounge chairs in the sun, the morning still soft on their skin. The two blondes had already stripped down to their bikinis, but the fabric was doing little to hide what they wanted next. Misha’s tattoos showed bright against the thin strings; her nipples pressed through the cups, pierced and hard. Christy reached over and pulled one side down, taking the small silver ring between her lips. She sucked, slow and wet, then moved to the other, pulling until Misha moaned low in her throat. They slid closer, knees touching. Misha untied Christy’s top with one quick tug. Her mouth went straight to those full, heavy breasts, licking circles before biting just hard enough to leave small marks. Christy arched, eyes half-closed. Her hand slipped between Misha’s thighs and pushed the bikini bottom aside. Two fingers sank in at once, knuckles deep, drawing a sharp breath from Misha’s mouth. Misha answered by dragging Christy’s bottoms down her legs and spreading her open. She licked in long, flat strokes, then buried her tongue inside while her thumb circled the swollen clit. Christy’s legs shook. Misha pulled back just long enough to run her tongue lower, tracing the tight ring of Christy’s ass before sliding back up to suck the clit hard. Christy pulled her down onto the chair and climbed on top. She lowered herself over Misha’s face, grinding slow while Misha licked up into her. At the same time she bent forward and spread Misha’s legs, licking her in steady rhythm until both women were breathing fast. They shifted again, hips locked, and began to scissor. Wet folds slid against each other, clit on clit, every rock making them both gasp. Misha sat up, straddling one of Christy’s thighs, and rubbed her cunt hard against the slick skin. Christy reached down, fingers inside her again, thrusting while Misha rode. They moved faster, sweat mixing with sunscreen and the faint chlorine from the pool. The sun beat down. Neither of them cared. They kept going until their thighs trembled and their voices broke, until the chairs creaked under them and the only sound left was the slap of skin and the low, repeated moans of two women who had no plans to stop.