Car wash friends - part 2.

Sandy, Cindy Hope and Aleksa never planned on finishing the car wash. They started strong, suds flying, sponges gliding over every curve of metal. Then the water slicked their skin, the heat climbed, and restraint melted. One by one, they slipped onto the hood and the ground beside it, mouths meeting in wet, hungry kisses while fingers slid between slick folds. Tongues lapped at swollen cunts, tasting soap and salt and need. Bodies foamed with bubbles as they ground and rocked, thighs quivering, breath fogging the windows. The car waited, forgotten, while they lost themselves in each other under the bright afternoon light.