The Heat Wave

Heat's got teeth today. You're poolside with Valentina Nappi, your Italian knockout, both of you half-melted under that blazing sun. Sheila Ortega swings by—neighbor girl, thick as a shotgun and burning for attention. Bikinis? They're off in seconds. Sweat sliding down every curve. Valentina's mouth finds Sheila's nipples first, tongue flicking, hands gripping. The two of them go down on each other like they're starving—no mercy, no soft tease. Just tongues deep and fingers slick between wet folds, moans bouncing off water. Then the real invitation lands: both girls pull you in, one riding your face, the other sucking you like it's her last ride. Sweat, spit, and fucked-out grins. It's filthy. You wanted shade? You get heat stroke and orgasms instead.