Dirty Panties #02, Scene #01

They sweat under sun. Lea Lexis—small, tight, porcelain—chuckles as Dana DeArmond, lean and olive-skinned, wings the plastic disk back and forth. The air grows thick with lactic tang. Inside the car they peel denim away from damp skin, press fingertips deep between thighs, then nose the fabric they pull free, pulling in the raw scent until their eyes haze. Panties go in next—white cotton shoved deep into velvet folds, silky black slipped past Dana’s puckered ring. Each girl fishes the soaked wad back out, sucks the fabric until cheeks hollow, lips shine. Fingers follow. Legs kick, soles slide over ribs, toes tease swollen clits. Tongues lap. Spines curve. Holes gape, lips pink and stretched. Soft grunts climb. Hips roll until both bodies lie slack, happily wrecked, breathing each other’s heat.