Before Sun Sex

Sun glares hard enough to sting. Kitana Lure squeezes oil into her palm, warms it between her hands, then drags the silk of it across Alexa Flexy’s shoulders. The lotion takes on the heat of skin, starts to shine. She works slow, heels of both hands following the dip of Alexa’s spine, spreading gloss over her ribs, down her narrow waist and under the curve where ass meets thigh. Palm flat, she presses oil into each cheek until they glisten, then slips between them to coat every hidden seam. Alexa’s breath skips. She arches a fraction, offering more. Kitana’s fingers finish slick at the small of her back, leaving a trembling, sun-streaked sheen over every inch they’ve touched.