Babes in bikini

Jasmine called Hope, told her winter had stretched too long and the pool sat empty in the spring sun. Hope arrived. The scent of trees hit her first, then the warm light against her bare stomach. Heat pooled between her legs. She told Jasmine she needed more than lotion and a towel. Jasmine’s mouth curved. She had invited Hope for this exact reason. Her own cunt ached. It throbbed inside her bikini bottoms, already wet. Hope’s nipples tightened under the thin straps. She peeled the fabric aside and climbed onto the chaise, knees spread wide. Jasmine’s fingers followed, sliding down Hope’s stomach, then lower, cupping the slick heat waiting there. One stroke, then two, and Hope rocked against her palm, breath sharp, thighs flexing. Jasmine pushed two fingers inside, curling just enough. Hope’s cunt gripped tight. The sun made their skin shine. Each thrust sounded wet and fast. Hope’s clit swelled under Jasmine’s thumb, the slick spreading. She came hard, hips jerking, a cry breaking out. Jasmine’s own bikini bottom clung soaked between her legs. Hope looked at her with dark eyes, breathing hard, already reaching.