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I asked Jo to come over for a swim. The second she walked in, my thin bikini made the plan clear. She didn’t say a word when I reached for the double-ended dildo, just stepped closer so I could slide one slick end inside her and the other into me. We sank onto the towels, hips rocking toward each other, meeting in the middle with every slow thrust. Blonde hair clung to my shoulders, her darker strands brushed my thighs, and the toy disappeared between us, slick and warm. We moved faster, the pressure hitting right where we wanted, until we both came, clinging tight and breathless.