Blonde mermaids

Two blondes at the pool. Jenny already had the bikini on—tiny, barely legal. We slipped into the sauna and the heat just made everything worse. Her body glistened. My pulse kicked up. Then the cold plunge—icy shock, nipples tight, breath short—and we were back in the warmth, skin burning, lips parted. No words. Just wet skin on wet skin. Hands everywhere. My fingers slid between her cheeks, cupped that round ass, pulled her onto me. She rocked against my thigh, gasping, while I tasted her neck, her mouth, her collarbone. Every lick turned deeper. Her legs spread wider, slick, shaking. We didn’t stop. Couldn’t. She came first, head back, blonde hair sticking to sweat-slick skin. I followed, two fingers inside her, her ass bouncing, our heat louder than the steam.