Holiday greetings

Jane F. and Cayenne blow kisses from the Italian coast. Heat clings to their skin, thick and heavy. Cayenne peels off her thin sundress first, fabric sticking to the sweat between her breasts. Jane follows, sliding her blouse off her shoulders until both of them stand bare under the midday sun. They stretch out on the stone terrace, thighs falling open. Their fingers trail lazy paths across flushed bellies, then lower, until soft sighs lift into the thick air. Jane rolls onto her side and parts Cayenne's legs wider. Her mouth finds the slick heat between them and tastes her, slow and greedy, tongue circling her clit until Cayenne's hips start to roll. Cayenne's fingers curl into Jane's hair, urging her deeper. Sweat beads at Jane's temples. Her own thighs press together, seeking friction. She slips two fingers inside Cayenne and fucks her with a steady rhythm while her lips stay locked around her clit. Cayenne comes with a low, drawn-out moan, her cunt pulsing around Jane's fingers. They switch places without a word. Jane lies back on the hot stone, legs spread wide, and Cayenne returns the favor with slow, deliberate strokes of her tongue until Jane's back arches and she gasps her release into the warm Italian air.