Boat fun

Alison and Daisy strip on the open deck, sunlight catching their bare skin. The brunette leans over the railing while the redhead slips two fingers between her thighs, spreading her open for the breeze. Water slaps the hull, and their laughter rolls with every curl of the current. Daisy drops to her knees, palms cupping the weight of Alison’s heavy breasts. She licks one nipple, then the other, sucking until it tightens. Alison’s hips roll forward; her fingers knot in Daisy’s hair, pulling her closer. Both women trade low, hungry sounds. They switch places. Alison pushes Daisy onto the padded bench and spreads her legs wide. Wetness glistens between Daisy’s lips. Alison drags her tongue through it once, twice, then presses two fingers inside, working a slow rhythm while her mouth stays locked on Daisy’s clit. Daisy arches. Her breasts bounce with every thrust of Alison’s hand. She reaches down, rubbing tight circles over her own swollen nub while Alison fucks her harder. Moans rise above the engine’s idle purr. The boat rocks. The redhead climbs on top, straddling Daisy’s face. Daisy’s tongue works upward in long, firm strokes. Alison grinds, slick and needy, while her fingers still pump between Daisy’s thighs. They match each other’s pace—tongues, fingers, hips—until the river is forgotten and only the wet sounds of their mouths remain.