Can't stop

Blue Angel pads along the pool edge in a skimpy bikini that barely contains her tiny, full tits. Soft flesh presses at the thin triangles while she sways with lazy grace. Angelina Wild appears beside her, matching her step, bodies close. The two petite girls trade smiles before hands wander. Blue’s nipples rise tight under the fabric as Angie’s fingertips trace the pale swell. They lean into each other; lips meet, slow and wet, tongues sliding with unmistakable hunger. Fabric slips aside in one practiced tug, and Blue’s small breast springs free, puffy nipple swollen and slick from Angie’s mouth. Fingers dive under bikini bottoms, stroking heat, parting soft lips, sinking knuckle-deep. Their quiet moans carry over the water as they press and grind together, legs trembling, breath sharp, lost in each other and oblivious to anyone else.