Wild girls

The sun presses down. Alexa runs wet fingers along her thigh. When Roxana sheds her top, the older woman's full breasts catch the light. Alexa stares. She should look away. She doesn't. Roxana's nipples tighten under the open air. Alexa reaches first, cupping one heavy breast, thumb teasing the stiff peak. Roxana exhales and leans in. Their mouths meet. Spit slides down Alexa's chin. Clothes drop to the baking concrete. Alexa spreads on a towel and Roxana climbs between her open thighs, lips parting slick folds with two slow fingers. Alexa's back arches. The sun heats every inch of bare skin. They move inside minutes later, door barely closed. Roxana bends Alexa over the cool counter, tongue tracing the small of her back before sliding lower. Alexa grips tile. Roxana's palm comes down once on pale flesh. The slap rings out. Alexa moans. Two fingers push deep, then a third. Her thighs tremble. Roxana works the pace without mercy until Alexa shakes, wet heat running down her leg. She drops to her knees and returns the favor, mouth buried between Roxana's thighs until the older woman grips blond hair and comes with a sharp, guttural sound.