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Millie Morgan has carried a crush for Cory Chase the way other women keep secrets under silk. One afternoon she finally dials the number. Cory answers, hears the shake in Millie's voice, and says yes. By three o'clock they are poolside in nothing but sunlight. Cory's breasts catch the light first—full, heavy, unmistakably natural—then Millie’s smaller, tight nipples tighten in the breeze. They waste no time with towels. Cory pulls Millie onto the wide lounge chair, spreads her thighs, and takes her with a hungry mouth. Millie arches, gasping, one hand tangled in Cory’s blonde hair while the other grips the edge of the cushion. Cory works two fingers inside her and sucks until Millie comes hard, legs shaking against Cory’s shoulders. Then she flips Millie onto her stomach, presses her own full tits to Millie’s back, and grinds until they both finish again, slick and gasping. The afternoon stretches on in a rhythm of mouths, hands, and skin meeting skin without hurry, but without mercy either.