Kayak Ride With The Girls

Olivia Trunk and Emma Korti paddle their kayak through the water. Sleek arms cut through the current. Sweat beads at their collars. Soon their hands wander and they moor the kayak in a quiet bend. They’re tired from the river, legs heavy, skin hot, yet heat pools between their thighs. Clothing comes off in quick, practiced pulls. Olivia lowers herself first, lips meeting the flushed skin between Emma’s legs. She licks, slow at first, then deeper, tongue working until Emma’s hips lift off the bench and soft sounds spill from her mouth. Her thighs tremble around Olivia’s head. They swap. Emma drops between Olivia’s knees, sucking and circling, two fingers sliding inside. Olivia’s breath stutters. Her fingers curl in Emma’s hair. Taste and heat build until they’re both slick, wet streaks shining on sun-warmed wood. They lean back together, chests rising, water rocking the kayak beneath them. Their pussies glisten, folds parted and glistening in the late light, and every slow stroke of fingers or tongue draws another drop down their skin.