Couldn't wait

Esmerelda can’t keep her hands off Blue Angel. The bubbles are still fizzing around their thighs when she slips two fingers under the blonde’s bikini and finds her slick. Blue Angel bites her lip, then spreads wider, sinking onto Esmerelda’s hand with a sigh that turns into a moan. Fingers twist deeper, knuckles press, and Blue Angel’s breath catches as she’s worked open, the water rippling with every thrust. She returns the favor, sliding her own hand between Esmerelda’s thighs, two digits pumping while her thumb circles the swollen nub above. Heat coils in the small space. Esmerelda’s wrist works faster, curling, stretching, until four fingers are gliding in and out, Blue Angel pushing down to take more. One slick shove and the knuckles disappear; Blue Angel’s head falls back, a broken sound leaving her throat while Esmerelda fists her under the water. Blue Angel answers by driving her own fist forward, burying it to the wrist in Esmerelda’s heat. The two move together now, knuckles grinding, wrists flexing, every wet slap echoing off tile. No more waiting. They’re coming right here.