Bathing beauties

Would you help me wash my back? Priscilla asked, her gaze locked on Sunny's. The question alone promised more than clean skin, and they both felt it. Sunny stepped closer, water already beading on her bare shoulders. She took the soap from Priscilla's hand and worked up a lather, slow and deliberate. Her fingers traced the curve of her lover's spine, sliding lower until they reached the swell of her ass. Priscilla let out a soft sound, pushing back into the touch. Sunny pressed two slick fingers between her cheeks, finding heat, finding want. She stroked once, then twice, easing inside. Priscilla's breath caught. Water ran between them as Sunny's free hand found a breast, thumb circling a tight nipple. They moved together under the spray, rhythm building, every motion saying what words no longer needed to.