Feel the heat - part 1.

Cindy Hope makes you blurt it out the second she shows up—'shit, yeah.' Cipriana stands beside her, every bit as hot, short black hair falling to her jaw. Both girls pour themselves into tiny bikinis, the thin strings cutting tight against sun-warmed skin. They face each other, eyes locked, soft curves brushing. A hand slides along a strap, pulls it lower; another tugs the knot free. Bikini tops drop onto the hot tiles. Bare breasts press together, nipples stiff from the heat and the moment. One girl cups a cheek, tilts the other’s face up; mouths meet, slow at first, then hungry. Wet lips part, tongues slide deep. Fingers trace ribs, dip beneath bikini bottoms, slip inside slick heat. Short breaths, low moans, the sun beating down. Bodies rock together, wet fingers working in rhythm. Nothing left between them but sweat and the slow build to summer release.