On vacation

Eve Angel and Simone Peach lounge across a rented bed, sunlight cutting across their backs. Eve’s blonde hair spills over the pillow while Simone’s darker waves brush her cheek. One of them is already face-down, ass high, the curve of her cheeks spreading wide. The other leans in, tongue dragging slow between them, stopping to suck and bite at the soft skin. They take turns, lips meeting first on the mouth, then lower—blonde on brunette, brunette on blonde—each of them wet, flushed, hungry. Their legs tangle, bodies shift, a slick kiss pressed deep between spread thighs, followed by another placed lower, just where the skin is tightest and warmest. They sigh and laugh softly between strokes, rolling together, pressing closer, taking turns tasting until neither can stay still.