Catching Rays

Ava Sparxxx and Presley Dawson catch rays by the pool. Sun feels too good to waste. When Presley slicks oil over Ava’s chest the sweet scent gives her an idea. Ava turns. Presley strips the bottoms away, then peels off her own top. Ava sits up, pulls the last strip from Presley’s breasts, and oils every inch—her own strokes lingering over the bare, smooth pussy below. She bends for a kiss; Presley rises to meet it. Mouths open. Tongues slide. Presley locks a leg around Ava, tugging her close. Ava’s hand finds the glass toy. She works the cool length between Presley’s lips, twisting, pressing until the girl’s moans mark every tender spot. Presley breathes faster as the dildo slides deeper. Ava kisses soft, tanned thigh while thrusting harder, pushing the clear shaft all the way inside. Presley slides behind. She brings a second glass toy to Ava’s slick cunt and buries it in one slow stroke. Each thrust wrings a breathy sound from Ava’s throat. Presley gives deeper, quicker strokes, hips angled to hit the tightest channel. Ava’s voice breaks into a cry that echoes across the water, legs shaking as she comes. Presley reclaims her toy. Ava grips it now, plunging it back into Presley’s dripping heat, watching her crest even harder, mouth open, body trembling until dusk edges the sky and the long, lazy day finally slips away.