Straight from the Beach

Chloe Cherry and Vienna Black dragged back to the car, sun-drunk and spent. Vienna rolled her shoulder and cursed. "Still killing me." Chloe knew a spot barely two blocks away—a place that wouldn’t mind if two salty girls wandered in dripping sand. Spa or bust. Vienna shrugged, grinning. "No one’s expecting us home. Might as well work the knot out." They pushed inside. Jenna Sativa looked them over like she was already undressing the tension. Chloe said Vienna’s shoulder was screaming and asked if Jenna could fix it. Jenna’s lips curved. Nuru, she said, slick and deep. Vienna’s eyes lit; free of pain and all afternoon ahead? Sold. Jenna nodded toward the back, and the girls followed, heartbeats kicking faster. In the dim room, she laid out the rules. Oil, skin on skin, no holding back. She told them to strip. Vienna peeled off her bikini in seconds, breasts and cunt bare and impatient. Chloe stalled, arms crossed, face hot. Jenna didn’t push. "Wait in the chair by the shower," she said softly. "You don’t have to go." Chloe took the seat, thighs pressed tight. Jenna oiled Vienna from nape to toes, thumbs sinking into muscle, palms spreading warm. The girl’s breath hitched when those slick hands cupped her ass, fingers teasing the crease. Chloe pretended not to stare while she rinsed the sand, but water pounded between her legs now, not the shower head. Then mouths met. Vienna’s gasp broke the quiet; Jenna’s tongue plunged deep, hips sliding, slick breasts gliding against each other. Chloe’s shower door clicked open. "Vienna—?" The answer came muffled against Jenna’s lips. "Couldn’t help it. She feels so fucking good." Chloe swallowed, watching the tongues tangle, the oil-slick bodies moving like they’d forgotten anyone else existed. "You looked… obscene," she breathed. "I want in." They didn’t argue. Two pairs of hands hauled her off her feet and into the tub, mouths hot on her collarbone, fingers already questing lower. Sand and sunscreen gave way to sweat and sex. They fucked until the light through the blinds turned amber and the towels were soaked through, lost to everything except skin, tongue, and the slow grind of release.