Tori visits Sandy - part 1.

Sandy knows how to work a room in California. Names, faces, doors open. Tori Black shows up on her doorstep one afternoon and the weather is too kind to waste. They end up in the jacuzzi, water warm, bodies warmer. The moment Sandy sees Tori step out of her clothes, she feels the pull low in her stomach. Tori sees it too, the way Sandy’s breasts sit above the bubbles, the curve of her ass half-submerged. Nothing said. Just hands meeting under the water, lips parting, the first slow kiss turning wet and deep. Sandy sinks, mouth closing around Tori’s nipple, tongue circling until the brunette’s breath catches. Tori answers by sliding two fingers between Sandy’s thighs, finding her already slick even in the heat of the tub. They trade places, Sandy turning, offering that round ass above the surface. Tori kneels behind her, tongue tracing the cleft, then lower, pushing inside while her thumb works Sandy’s clit in tight circles. When Sandy finally spins and drops to her knees, she takes Tori’s hips in both hands and buries her face between those slim thighs, licking until Tori’s legs shake against her cheeks. They finish pressed to the edge of the jacuzzi, legs tangled, mouths locked, fingers buried deep, both girls coming hard under the afternoon sun.