On holiday - part 2.

Naomy spotted them poolside a few days ago and hasn’t stopped thinking about them since. Three foreign bodies, sun-burnished skin, and no reason to stay on separate towels. Tonight the cocktail glasses sit untouched while she leads both men to her suite. The air smells of salt and citrus as the door clicks shut. Blonde hair trails across the first man’s stomach when she drops to her knees, lips closing around him with slow, greedy strokes. His friend steps closer and her hand finds him too, fingers working in the same rhythm. They lift her onto the bed, legs open, the cool sheet at her back. One of them pushes inside, thick and sure, stretching her until she bites the pillow. The other brushes her lips again, deeper, filling her mouth. She takes it, eyes half-closed, moan muffled around his length. They trade places, sweat slick between them now. Her moans grow louder when the second man sinks in, pounding until the headboard knocks the wall. Pleasure keeps breaking over her in hot waves. They finish together, one across her tongue and the other across her flushed face, her holiday tan marked with new white streaks.