Summer breeze

A warm breeze slips between her thighs, ruffling the fine, almost-invisible hair around her shaved cunt. She’s lying naked on the terrace, a blonde and a brunette, late-afternoon light bathing their skin. The wind keeps teasing, coaxing, never enough. A slow ache swells in her clit. The brunette’s nipples tighten, big, round, heavy on her chest. She watches the blonde bite her lip, then slide two fingers down between her own folds. They part with a wet sound. She circles the slick nub, slow at first, then firmer, hips lifting off the sun-warmed wood. The brunette moves closer, tits brushing the other girl’s ribs. A sigh leaves her throat. Fingers glide lower, dip inside, come out glistening. She spreads her legs wider, letting the breeze kiss every soaked inch. Her hand pumps quicker now; the muscles in her wrist flex with each stroke. The need builds, tight and hot. She presses down harder, chasing the spark that runs up her spine and explodes between her legs in rhythmic, wet pulses. The brunette leans in to kiss the corner of her mouth, tasting the little cry that slips free when she comes.