A fistful of fun

Two blondes, barely a day over legal, smile into the camera like it’s their first summer job. Blue Angel has freckles across her nose and a gap in her teeth when she grins. Sun’s hair is lighter, almost white at the tips, catching the sunlight that slides over their bare stomachs. They kiss slowly, tasting lip balm and each other’s tongues, then Blue dips her head between Sun’s parted thighs. Sun arches, breath catching, and slips two fingers into Blue’s slick heat at the same time. Every stroke makes their hips rise together, wet sounds mixing with the faint creak of the wooden deck beneath them. When Blue sucks on her swollen clit, Sun’s thighs tremble and she whines, small sounds that turn into laughter when Blue comes up to kiss her again, lips glistening. Neither of them rushes. They know exactly how long they have before anyone else steps outside.