Spa Staycation: Part One

Darcie has been counting on this trip. Dad got hitched to Bianca last month, and the whole vacation was supposed to be their first real chance to play house. Then the flake bails at midnight. Typical. Bianca's not letting the weekend go to waste, though. She drags out a bottle of the fancy lotion Darcie just bought and sets up the table right in the middle of the living room. Darcie agrees just to be polite, but once those warm hands start working down her spine, polite turns into throbbing heat in a hurry. Bianca's voice drops low, practically growling. Her fingers drift way south of innocent—slick, lazy circles pressed right against Darcie's swelling clit. No point pretending now. Bianca leans down and drags her tongue slow and flat across Darcie's slick folds, moaning like she's been waiting for this all week. They trade places, bodies slick and sticky. Darcie straddles Bianca's face, grinding down while Bianca tongues her open; then they flip into a grinding sixty-nine, licking each other sloppy and loud until legs shake and wet little gasps turn into full-blown screams. By the time they finish, the canceled vacation feels like the best damn deal of the summer.