Lesbian Public Sex Fetish, Scene #02

They stood at the rail, salt air on their skin. Ava tipped her head back while Dana’s palm cupped the full weight of her breast, thumb circling the stiff nipple through thin cotton. A few beach walkers glanced, then kept moving. Dana didn’t care. She slid two fingers inside Ava’s panties and found the wet seam already slick. They drove up the coast, no words. At a wide turnout she pulled the car into the gravel and killed the engine. Sun hit the windshield. Dana opened the door, got Ava out, backed her against the warm hood. She peeled the bikini top down, held each heavy breast up to her mouth, tongue wet and slow. Her free hand slipped behind, fingers sliding between the round cheeks of Ava’s ass, parting them. Ava moaned, hips lifting, giving Dana room. Around them, the road kept moving—tires hissing past, sun still bright. Neither woman looked away from what the other was doing.