Bathing beauties

Priscilla meets Sunny’s gaze and asks, 'Would you help me wash my back?' The simple words hang in the steam, and both women know what the real request is. Sunny moves closer, sliding her palms over Priscilla’s shoulders, then lower, feeling the curve and weight of her full breasts against her forearms. Water slips between them as Sunny presses in, cupping the soft, heavy tits, thumbs brushing the stiffening nipples. Priscilla leans back into the touch, her breath hitching when Sunny’s soapy fingers circle and tug. She turns, offering the slope of her spine, but Sunny’s hands keep exploring, gliding down to the swell of her hips, then back up, kneading the slick, warm flesh. The rhythm is slow, deliberate, each stroke pulling soft sounds from Priscilla’s throat. Sunny steps in tighter, her own bare breasts brushing Priscilla’s back, nipples grazing wet skin. She keeps working the lather, pressing and squeezing, until both girls are flushed, breathing hard, the simple bath turning into something hotter, needier, and completely theirs.