Tori visits Sandy - part 1.

Sandy's Instagram game is thriving in the California hills. This afternoon the doorbell rings and Tori Black steps inside, all dark curls and sin wrapped in linen. Their glances catch. Heat rises. The day is too pretty to waste indoors, so they drift to the marble pool deck where the bubbles already churn. Steam rises around bare shoulders. Sandy's breasts float just beneath the surface, round and pale, while Tori's nipples bead from the warm swirl. Fingers find thighs under the waterline. Tori parts for her, wetter than the jets can explain, and Sandy curls two fingers deep, pumping slow. Their mouths meet open and slick, tongues sparring. Breasts press, slick skin sliding. Sandy bites Tori's lower lip as she grinds her clit against a slow circling thumb, gasping when the pressure breaks her rhythm and sends a sharp, perfect shudder straight down her spine.