Naughty Blue Angel on the patio

Blue Angel lounges on the patio in a miniskirt, her friend sprawled beside her. Their legs bare and pressed together. The fabric of her skirt slides up. Blue's mouth finds the other's lips, and their hands drift lower. Fingers trace skin warmed by the sun. One girl parts her legs, the hem climbing higher. Moans slip free as tongues meet again. Blue's hand slips beneath the cotton of her friend's underwear. Two slender digits slide between folds already slick. A thumb circles the swollen clit in tight, slow spirals. The friend bites her lip, breathless, hips tilting forward. Blue pushes two fingers in deeper, curling them against the velvet heat inside, and the other girl answers with fingers of her own, finding the crease between Blue's thighs. They press and grind against each other's hands, skirts bunched at their waists now. Sweat gleams at the small of the back; lips taste salt on bare shoulders. Blue sucks a small nipple through thin fabric, then tugs the halter aside. They ride each other's palms in a steady, sinuous rhythm until breath shatters. Tongues dart again, wet and open, while thighs tremble and clench around buried fingers.