Summer Wet 'n Wild 1

Three sweat-slicked bodies by the pool. Rebecca Nikson, Milka Wey, Lana Rose — heat swims under their skin, harder to shake than the sun. Eyes meet. Hands reach. Mouths crash together, tongues fighting, teeth clicking, lips bruising. Fingertips slip under soaked fabric, nails scrape skin. Rebecca pushes two fingers knuckle-deep into Milka, curling, feeling every pulse. Lana spreads her thighs, guiding Rebecca’s free hand to where she aches. A low curse slips out when a thumb grinds across her clit. Milka bends forward, tongue flicking, sucking one stiff nipple, then the other. The slap of skin and breath grows ragged. Rebecca drops between Lana’s legs, mouth open, greedy. No one waits. Milka mounts Lana’s thigh, grinds down slick and hard while her fingers stretch Rebecca open behind her. They move faster, hips rolling, chasing the edge. Climax tears through them one after another, gasps swallowed by wet kisses. The pool stays empty. Bodies stay tangled.