Swimsuit sweethearts

Mia goes for checks, while Sandra slips out of the striped bikini. The first lick drags a groan from Mia's throat. Sandra curls two fingers inside, mouth open against soft skin, slow at first then quicker, feeding on every tremble. Mia answers with long strokes of her tongue, finding the spot that makes Sandra arch and curse. Hands stay busy - grasping hips, parting thighs, a knuckle pressing at exactly the right pressure. Their rhythm turns frantic. Sweat streaks between them, someone bites back a whimper then lets it free. They keep at it until pleasure crashes over both and they collapse, limbs a lazy tangle of heat and slick skin.