Hot bath

Sandy leans against the porcelain edge, oil slick on her thighs. Mya kneels between her knees, pouring another warm palmful down the blonde’s shin. The gel leaves a shine that catches the light and makes every curve of Sandy’s long legs gleam. Mya works the oil in slow circles, kneading the calf, then sliding higher. She lifts Sandy’s foot, presses her lips to the arch, and draws a soft moan from the blonde’s throat. Mya’s tongue traces the instep, tasting salt and lavender. She rubs the sole against her own bare breast, leaving a streak of oil across her skin. Sandy stretches her other leg, hooks her toes behind Mya’s neck, and draws her closer. Mya answers by taking two of Sandy’s toes into her mouth, sucking them one by one while her hands keep stroking upward. The brunette’s fingers find the crease where thigh meets ass, dig in, and spread the oil there too. Water laps at their hips. The room smells like warm skin and coconut. Sandy’s head tips back; her lips part. Mya shifts forward, presses her chest to the blonde’s slick calf, and rocks her hips against Sandy’s heel in a slow, deliberate grind.