A Workout Before The Pool

Winnie’s in a tiny peach bikini—her tits barely caged, nipples already pushing through the fabric—and Fiona’s wearing a black one that disappears between her ass cheeks. They stand in the bathroom rubbing sunscreen over each other, palms gliding across wet skin, fingers disappearing under straps. Fiona cups Winnie’s heavy tits, slow and slick, then Winnie returns the favor: oiling up Fiona’s stiff little nipples, sliding those hands down her stomach, sneaking a fingertip past the thin triangle of bikini. The door opens. Brooks steps in, hard-on obvious in his shorts. The girls glance over their shoulders, exchange a smirk, and Fiona just hooks her own bottoms aside, spreading her cheeks. “We’ve got oil,” Winnie says. “Bend us over.” Fiona nods at his cock. “That thing’s too thick for our pussies—take the other hole.” Brooks doesn’t say a word; he just unzips. Winnie drops to her knees, pulls his cock out, and slathers it with sunscreen, then Fiona palms her own ass and offers it up, already glistening.