Under the blue sky

Under an open sky two bodies move on warm grass. Carla presses Violette down, blonde hair falling across sunlit skin. Their mouths find each other, slow and greedy. Hands wander without hurry—palms cupping, fingers tracing, teasing the places that make breath catch. Violette spreads her thighs wider, inviting every stroke, every wet kiss lower. Sunlight glints off damp curls as tongues circle, taste, push deeper. The garden stays quiet, only the soft sounds of their pleasure filling the air. Each slow grind, each shared sigh, builds until the tension snaps and they come together, bodies shaking against the grass.