Spa date

Ally and Mellie skipped the spa chair entirely. They stripped their suits down past their hips, breasts bare in the sun. Mellie slid her fingers straight between Ally’s thighs and worked two inside her, slow and steady, thumb circling that tight little bud. Ally lay back on the lounge, legs spread, water slapping the edge of the pool. She grabbed Mellie’s wrist, urged her deeper, breath catching every time she pressed harder. Mellie bent low, sucked one nipple, teeth grazing the hard tip, never easing the steady push-pull between Ally’s legs. Ally found Mellie’s cunt open and slick and answered with the same rhythm, palm slick, two fingers buried to the knuckle while her thumb flicked her swollen clit. Their moans cut sharp above the water. Hips rocked, skin wet, nipples brushing every time they leaned in. They came one after the other—Ally’s cry louder, Mellie’s cunt pulsing around Ally’s hand—then kept moving, still hungry, still slick.