Too Much Tanning Oil

Chloe Foster and Sarah Luv treat their sun-kissed bodies like treasure. Sunlight is non-negotiable. Chloe stays guarded, never one to shed her clothes without hesitation. When Sarah peels her bikini top away and slicks oil over her own breasts, Chloe shifts, uncomfortable. Today Sarah decides the shyness ends. She coaxes Chloe onto her stomach, works warm oil into tight shoulders, then drags the soft fabric down over Chloe’s hips. The sight of Chloe’s smooth ass stops her for a beat. More oil. Glossy rivulets slide into the cleft. Hands travel lower, fingertips grazing the tender lips between Chloe’s thighs. The touch surprises her. She lets it continue. Rolls over. Sarah traces oil across petite breasts, stiffening nipples. Each stroke turns hotter, braver. Sarah guides Chloe’s hand onto her own chest, breath quickening. Moments later the last of Chloe’s nerves melts away. They kiss. Mouths hungry. Sarah slides lower, tongue replacing fingers, licking slow circles on the shaved pussy. Chloe answers with her own mouth on Sarah—wet heat, shared rhythm. They twist into a sixty-nine, hips rocking, moans mixing with bright air until climax crashes through both of them. Shaky laughter follows. Then they slip into the pool, bodies entwined, water rinsing oil and sweat alike.