At the hotel

Zoe and Sandra love holiday time. They lock the hotel door, peel off every stitch, and dive straight into each other. Their mouths meet in long, wet kisses while fingers slide deep. Sandra curls two inside Zoe and pumps hard. Zoe answers with a slow grind against her hand. They flip, trade places, tongues chasing sweat-slick skin. Hands stay buried between spread thighs, fucking with purpose, chasing the next shudder and the next filthy moan.