Sunny beauties

Summer presses in heavy. She peels her dress off first, slow but sure. The fabric catches on her nipple, drags across it, then drops. The other girl watches, thumb sliding between her thighs. Heat climbs the skin. They lie on their stomachs at first, asses catching light, legs parted just enough. One reaches over, runs two fingers down the other's spine, then lower. She stops between the cheeks and circles. A quick gasp answers. They turn over together. Breasts catch the sun. Nipples tighten. One girl bends a knee and lifts her hips. The other moves in, mouth open, tongue ready. Wet meets wet. Small sounds rise. Fingers dig into grass. Sweat beads roll between them. Every touch tightens something inside. A hand finds its rhythm. The other clutches at the wrist and holds on. They trade low moans. The grass bends beneath them. Their thighs shake. It builds fast now. One girl arches, stomach pulled tight, eyes half-lidded, lip caught between her teeth. The other watches her come, mouth open, breath short, then follows right behind. Legs lock. Hips stutter. The air hangs still, bright, and sharp with heat.