Touch of youth

Two girls lounge by the pool. One is blonde, the other black-haired, both barely dressed and moving like they own the sunlight. Their bodies are young and firm—round breasts that lift when they breathe, smooth backs curving down into tight, round asses. They reach for each other, fingers tracing sun-warmed skin, pulling close because nothing else will do. Mouths meet, tongues slide, and they press together, grinding slow and hard. Their hips roll, seeking wet heat between open thighs. The blonde arches, nipples tight, while the darker girl sucks one deep, tongue flicking fast. Hands roam everywhere—squeezing, spreading, dipping lower until slick fingers find and tease swollen folds. They rub, moan, spread wider. The black-haired girl slips two fingers inside the blonde, pumping steady, curling just right. The blonde cries out, thighs shaking, and comes hard, wet and loud. Then she rolls on top, pushing her friend down, licking and sucking until the black-haired girl grabs her hair and bucks, coming against her tongue in tight, wet pulses.