Summer Wet 'n Wild 3

Sun's high, water flashing. We fuck with our clothes still half on—shirts pushed up, bottoms yanked down—just enough to spread and dive in. Tongues slide hot and wet; each moan answers the next like they're daring each other to go deeper, harder. Pussies swell slick under frantic fingers, thighs trembling as someone growls that they're ready to taste every inch. Hands fist into damp hair. Breath breaks short. One girl gives in first, knees sliding open on the wet tile, pulling the closest hungry mouth down with a bite to the lip and a grunt that says no more teasing—just filthy, fast, all-at-once pleasure under the merciless sun.