Before Sun Sex

Sun’s cooking the patio. Kitana’s got the oil bottle already open, cold coconut slick on her fingers. Alexa’s laid out naked on the lounger, tits pressed flat, perfect peach of an ass up and waiting. No sunscreen talk, just two women who know why they’re really out here. Kitana slicks her palms, straddles Alexa’s thighs, and starts spreading that slick layer slow and heavy. She works each cheek in her hands, fingers dipping low and spreading until Alexa’s already twitching and wet between her own legs. She doesn’t miss an inch—oil rolled over the deep arch of her back, around the swell of her ribs, then straight down the crack and over that tight little pussy too. Every time Kitana drags her thumbs inward the oil mixes with the mess dripping from Alexa, making it obscene and shiny. She gives one playful slap just to watch it jiggle. Alexa looks back over her shoulder, flushed and grinning, knowing exactly where this oil job’s heading and already hungry for it.