Sizzling sauna

Steam curls around her as she leans back against the cedar bench. The heat blooms across her skin, turning her pale blonde hair damp against her shoulders. She’s not alone. A second girl, darker hair loose down her back, sits opposite and watches openly, fingers already sliding between her own thighs. Neither of them speaks. They just listen to the soft, wet sounds the brunette makes, slow and steady, eyes locked on the way the blonde’s nipples harden in the heat. When the temperature starts to climb too high, they step out together, bare feet on the wet tile. Cold water pours over them in the open shower, shocking their flushed skin, tracing tight rivulets down their breasts and bellies. The shock sends little quivers through both of them, but it only stokes what’s already burning. They return to the bench. The blonde lies back, legs parted, while the brunette climbs between them. One hand works herself in lazy circles; the other opens the blonde wider. A man joins them on the bench, already hard. He waits until the brunette nods, then lines up behind her. One thrust sinks him deep, the wet heat clenching around him. The brunette gasps, her own fingers never pausing. With every stroke he gives her, she grinds harder against the blonde beneath her. The blonde’s thighs shake. Her breath catches, then breaks into a moan as the brunette’s tongue finds her again. The pace tightens. He pulls out of the brunette long enough to ease into the blonde, her cunt slick and tight. She takes him to the hilt with a soft cry. While he fucks her in short, measured strokes, the brunette swings a leg over her face and lowers herself. The blonde’s tongue works in eager flicks, tasting salt and heat. Then he shifts again, sliding back into the brunette, the two of them rocking in rhythm over the girl spread beneath them. The cold water has dried on their skin. Only sweat remains, slicking every contact point, every thrust, every roll of hips. The brunette comes first, clenching so hard around him that he has to hold still until the spasms ease. Then he pulls free, strokes himself twice, and spills across the blonde’s open cunt. The brunette’s fingers are quick to gather it, rubbing the warmth into swollen folds until the blonde gasps and arches, coming in soft, shuddering waves that leave her trembling against the wood. Steam rises around the three of them. The only sound is breathing, slowing by degrees, and the faint drip of water somewhere beyond the door.