Swimsuit sweethearts

Mia slips out of her suit first. Her body catches the light. Sandra watches, still in the striped bikini, then lets it fall. Skin meets skin. Blonde and brunette press close. Fingers trace curves. Tongues work in slow circles. Every lick pulls a soft sound. They shift, tangle, hips lifting to meet. Nothing hurried. Nothing held back. Just heat, rhythm, and the easy slide into release.