No pussies remain dry - part 1.

Three women sprawled on the sand. Sandy lies back first, her skin already golden. Noemy leans in and kisses between her thighs. The wet sound carries above the waves. Natali watches for a moment, then moves behind Noemy, tongue sliding over her, slow and deliberate. Fingers find nipples, pinch, tug. Sandy arches, hips lifting to Noemy’s mouth. Noemy’s own moans come muffled as Natali works deeper. The lotion they rubbed on earlier mixes with spit, makes everything slick. Sandy reaches down, threads fingers through Noemy’s hair, holds her there. Natali presses two fingers inside her while her tongue circles her clit. The sun beats down. Sweat beads, runs. The tide inches closer, but none of them notice. Sandy comes first, thighs shaking around Noemy’s face. Noemy follows seconds later, her cry sharp against the steady crash of water. Natali keeps licking until Noemy stops trembling, then crawls up beside them. Three bodies, tangled, breathing hard, skin flushed darker than any tan.