Ass fuckin' good fun by the pool

Bia and Bianka sprawled by the pool like cats in heat. Bia bent forward first, letting her friend drag a wet tongue across her puckered hole before two fingers slid in deep. She gasped and pushed back against the invasion, breathing hard. Then Bianka turned and got the same treatment, thighs trembling as a slick tongue circled her and fingers sank knuckle-deep. The air crackled when Thomas stepped onto the deck with his cock standing straight out, rigid and heavy. Neither girl wasted a second. They pulled him close, mouths meeting the swollen head while hands stroked him in hungry unison. Bia climbed onto his lap first, lowering herself until that thick shaft pressed against her ring and then pushed inside, inch by inch. She rode him slow, taking him to the root with every roll of her hips. When her thighs started to shake he lifted her off and bent Bianka over the chaise. The same cock disappeared between her cheeks, stretching her open, pulling wet sounds from her throat each time it buried itself to the balls. They switched again and again—tongues lapping where the other had just been fucked, fingers spreading cheeks, Thomas taking turns sinking balls-deep into both glistening holes. Nothing soft about it, nothing hurried, just the steady rhythm of bodies using each other the way they’d been wanting for months.