Jacuzzi fever

Bailee and Michelle Moist lived for pleasure and left the rest to whoever paid the bills. Looks opened doors; money slid them wider. Today it was Michelle's latest boyfriend's villa by the water. He was away. They didn't miss him. The jacuzzi hummed under a clear sky. Neither bothered with clothes. Michelle floated with her head back, nipples breaking the surface, when Bailee caught a nipple between her teeth and sucked hard enough to draw a moan. Michelle's thighs parted on instinct. Bailee slid two fingers along the slick seam between them, found the warm knot of her clit, and rubbed in lazy circles while she kissed down. Water slapped the tiles as Michelle reached back for the edge and lifted her hips. Bailee sank lower, mouth finding heat under the bubbles. She licked slow, flat strokes from cunt to clit, tasting salt, chlorine, and sex. Michelle's hand tangled in her wet hair and held her there. They switched places without a word. Bailee braced her forearms on the ledge while Michelle kneeled between spread legs and buried her tongue deep. She licked broad and heavy, then sharper, flicking fast until Bailee cursed softly and came with a jerk that splashed water over the rim. Michelle drank it in, sucked the swollen clit once more, and felt the shiver run down Bailee's thighs. A bird called from the trees. The sun stayed hot. They didn't bother drying off.