Tropical

The heat clings to them. Eve Angel and Jasmyne stand in the last blaze of daylight, skin glossy, hardly anything covering the swell of their breasts. The thin strings pull tight, then slip. Bikini tops slide away. Full, natural tits meet the open air, nipples tightening in the breeze. They face each other, curves bare, heat rolling off their bodies. Fingers trail over soft skin. Mouths meet, slow at first, then hungry. Hands cup heavy breasts, tongues trace, thighs part. Sunlight spills over them as they move together, bodies pressing, rubbing, slick with sweat. No cover left. Just two busty girls giving in to the warmth and each other.