Divine Pleasures for Sandy

Kelly leans back on the pool edge, all dark hair and soft curves. Sandy can’t take her eyes off that warm bronze skin and the way Kelly’s full hips flex each time she moves. The blonde meets her at the shallow step and their mouths find each other before their bodies do. Legs slip between legs, thighs pressing wet fabric tight against warm, eager skin. Kelly parts Sandy with two fingers, slides in and circles slow until the blonde lets out a helpless little sound. She mirrors the touch, fingers gliding through the water, finding the same slick heat. Their hips rock in time; every kiss catches, opens, deepens until breath is short. When the small silver bullet reaches Sandy’s clit, she gasps and hooks an arm around Kelly’s neck. The low hum climbs with each pass of Kelly’s wrist. Sandy reaches for the matching toy and slips it beneath Kelly’s bathing suit, tracing the swollen bud until they both shake. Water laps higher with every thrust of their hips. The climax catches Sandy first, sudden, hot, and drawn out. Kelly follows right after, her voice a low, wet groan against Sandy’s throat. Afterwards they drift together, skin pink and steaming in the sun.