Crossing the bridge

Simony Diamond steps onto that tiny bridge and already knows it’s going to take forever. Peaches is right beside her—blonde hair catching the light, skin warm from the sun, the two of them in no hurry to reach the other side. Their fingers brush, then linger. A half-smile passes between them. The river beneath keeps moving, but the girls stop, lean in. One kiss turns into another, slower, deeper. Peaches slips her hand under Simony’s top, thumbs over hard nipples, and Simony answers with a quiet gasp. Clothes come off in quick, impatient pulls, left where they fall. Sunlight glints off bare skin. Peaches drops to her knees first, tongue finding the wet heat between Simony’s thighs. Simony grips the railing, legs trembling, hips rocking forward to meet every lick. The moment she comes—sharp, sudden—she pulls Peaches up, spins her around, fingers sliding straight into slick pussy. They trade places and pleasures until they’re both breathless, flushed, laughing softly. Finally they cross, bodies still humming, the short bridge behind them and a shared, satisfied ache between their legs.