Just workout shorts

Brandy and Lana hit the pool right after legs day. Their cheeky shorts cling to the curve of each ass, the fabric stretched thin from sweat and movement. Heads turn. They don’t care. The shorts come off without ceremony; Lana tugs Brandy’s down first, knuckles grazing skin, then Brandy does the same. They trade the same heat they built lifting weights, hands sliding over bare, still-warm flesh, gripping tight, fingers sinking in. No slow tease. Just two girls using each other, hips pressing, breath hitching, pools of water around them catching fragments of light while the rest of the world watches and wishes.