Backstage with Jasmin

Two blonde women move through a sunlit suite that looks over the sea. One tugs at the straps of the other’s silk halter and it falls away, baring soft, pink-tipped breasts. She leans in and takes a nipple into her mouth, sucking until it stands stiff. Her fingers slide down the flat stomach, find the warm center already slick, and press two fingers inside. The second blonde answers with a low sound, knees parting so her lover can work deeper. They sink onto the bed, legs tangled, hips rocking. One lifts and grinds, the other thrusts up to meet each stroke. Wetness glints on skin and fingers. They trade kisses that taste like salt and sunscreen. The first woman dips her tongue where her hand was, licking slowly, then fast, until the second cries out and grips the sheets. Her thighs shake around that blond head. Breathless, they change places, mouths and hands everywhere, chasing the next wave together.