Getting Bitchy on the Beach

Sasha and Nelly stretch out on the sand. They peel off their swimsuits at once, letting sun and each other’s hands find every inch. They roll into warm, shallow water. Sasha parts Nelly’s thighs and presses her mouth to the soft folds, tongue slow and steady while Nelly’s back arches against the tide. Then Nelly pushes Sasha onto her back, spreading her with fingers and working her clit until Sasha shudders, her moans mixing with the surf. They switch again, bodies half in, half out of the water. Soft kisses trail lower. Tongues slide deeper. Seagulls wheel above, suddenly unsure which way is up.