Just A Squirt Of Oil

Ameena and Scarlette pull on skimpy bikinis, step outside, then realize the real fun is still indoors. They pass the bottle between them, slick hands gliding over warm skin until fingertips dip lower and the lotion turns into something thicker. Ameena’s natural tits shine under the oil, Scarlette’s tattooed curves catch the light, and soon fingers are teasing slick folds instead of shoulders. They drop to the floor, mouths meeting in a hungry sixty-nine, tongues and fingers trading places while soft moans replace sunscreen talk. Every slide and squirt keeps them glossy and gasping, the only rays they’re chasing now the ones behind their eyelids.