Summer melons

Sunlight hits the backyard like warm honey. Dorothy steps out in a bikini so tiny the fabric barely earns its keep, all golden straps and pale triangles over heavy breasts. She turns once, letting them sway, then stretches on the lounge with her thighs open to the sky. One hand cups a breast, the other slips beneath her bottoms. Her fingertips trace slow circles over slick skin, breath quickening. A soft moan escapes when she slides two fingers inside herself, slow and wet. She rolls onto her knees, still rubbing, then reaches back with her free hand to work her ass open too. Two fingers front, two fingers rear, the stretch makes her hips roll. Every push drives her tits forward, nipples brushing the chair. She fucks herself like that until her thighs shake, juice dripping down her wrist, until the melon-sweet sun and her own slick heat blur together and she comes hard, biting her lip.