Oasis - part 2.

The pool water still holds last night’s heat when he slides inside her again. Blonde hair sticks to her shoulders, a slim hand gripping the edge while the brunette kneels at her side and watches, lips parted. He sinks deeper, steady strokes that make her moan loud enough to reach the bougainvillea. A moment later the brunette climbs onto the lounge, spreads, and waits her turn. He pulls out, dripping, and eases into her tight ass—slow, sure, every inch claimed until she shivers. The blonde leans in, tongue flicking the spot where they meet, tasting them both. They trade places twice more before the sun climbs high enough to matter, bodies slick, voices hoarse, nothing left between them but heat and the raw need to do it again.