Heavenly bodies

Sandy knows a perfect ass when she sees one. Celeste has hers on full display, round and smooth under the sheer lace. Just a glimpse gets her pulse racing. The two trade slow glances, skin barely covered. Sandy runs her hands over those firm curves, feeling the heat. Celeste presses closer, their bodies fitting like they were made for this. Fingers trace, tease, dip lower. The room feels smaller, warmer. Celeste leans in, kisses Sandy slow and deep, tasting, taking. Hands slip beneath silk, explore every inch. They move together, thighs parting, mouths following, until nothing stays between them.