Bikini Off!

Bikini season might be dead, but these two refuse to let it go without a fight. Kristy tugs the strings on Whitney's top and the cups fall open. Their mouths meet like they've been counting down the days. Hands slide over warm skin still smelling of sunscreen and salt. Whitney arches when Kristy’s tongue traces the soft swell beneath her breast, then lower. The final pieces of fabric hit the floor. They stretch out across rumpled sheets and keep going, lips and fingers learning each curve until nothing about the afternoon feels innocent.