Imperfect Angels #04

Dana DeArmond shows up at Faye Reagan's place for a lazy afternoon. The pool glints under the sun. Tops come off quick. Dana squeezes sunscreen between her palms, rubs it slow over Faye's freckled breasts, then lower, fingers dipping between warm thighs until the lotion isn't the only thing slick. Faye's breath hitches, legs spreading wider on the lounge. Dana's mouth follows her hands. A few precise licks and Faye is clutching the edge of the cushion, hips jerking, coming sharp and sudden. They don't bother moving inside. Dana takes her time after that, fucking her with two fingers, then her tongue again, until Faye's thighs shake and the sun has shifted across the water.