Glam girls

The pool water throws back its own reflection while Bambi climbs over Cindy’s sun-warmed skin. Their mouths meet, soft and greedy, and the first slow kisses turn hungry in seconds. Tongues slide, lips tug. Blonde hair tangles as they sink lower, knees parting on the edge of the sun lounger. A wet sound escapes when Cindy’s tongue parts Bambi’s folds; Bambi answers with the same attention between Cindy’s legs, sucking until they’re both trembling. When the guy joins them, the girls don’t stop kissing. He slides behind Bambi first, pressing in deep, then guides Cindy beneath her so her mouth can keep working. The rhythm builds until he pushes into Cindy as well, the sudden stretch making her gasp around Bambi’s clit. They find the angle, two shafts sliding into both girls at once, bodies locked tight, skin slick with sweat and lube. Each thrust rocks them together, every moan answered by another until the three of them shake apart in the afternoon light.