All wet

A man leans back and watches two girls in wet bikinis circle his car. Water beads on their skin while they run sponges over the paint. Soon the thin fabric clings to every curve, and they peel the suits away, leaving nothing to hide. The blonde drops onto the warm hood first, legs spread. The brunette climbs over her, mouth finding a hard nipple before sliding lower. Fingers part slick folds, and the brunette’s tongue works in steady strokes. The blonde arches, breath catching, fingers tangled in dark hair. Their hips grind together, wet skin sliding, until both girls tremble and come, the car rocking gently under them.