A hot day turning hotter

Sun bakes the pool tiles. Michelle Moist’s body glistens, oil sheened, legs parted just enough. She lifts a finger and curls it. Melissa Ria swallows. No fight, no pause—just bare feet on hot stone as she walks over. Michelle grips her waist, palms sliding under the bikini string. One sharp tug and the knot slips. Melissa’s top floats free. Michelle leans in, tongue flicking a nipple, slow, then hard. Melissa’s breath catches. Her fingers knot in Michelle’s hair as the kiss turns hungry. They sink onto the lounge. Michelle spreads Melissa open, two slick fingers pressing deep, thumb circling her clit with steady pressure. The sun is brutal, skin sticking wherever they touch. Melissa arches, moans, thighs trembling. Michelle works her through it, lips against her ear, telling her to come, now, loud enough for the water to ripple.