Jakuzzi joy

She called at noon. Jacuzzi was already bubbling. We floated, skirts off, legs wide. Those angry bubbles kept hammering our lips until neither of us could think. She laughed, said it hurt too good. I turned, stood over her, and she pulled me onto her mouth. The water splashed while we kissed each other's pussies, slow circles at first, then frantic. Heat built between the jets and our tongues until she started shaking. I pressed harder with mine, tasted her, felt mine answer back. We came loud, hips twisting, the sun burning down as the water ran off us in rivulets.