Getting Wet On The Sun

Sandy and Zoey slipped away from the rest of the house party and peeled off their clothes like they’d been waiting all day to get skin on skin. They hit the couch hard, tongues first. Sandy spread Zoey’s legs, dragged her mouth across slick folds, and lapped slow, then fast, never stopping for breath. Zoey paid it back just as nasty, burying her face between Sandy’s thighs and sucking on her swollen clit like she couldn’t get enough juice. Every couple minutes they came up for air with shiny lips and switched, tasting each other’s spit on warm, heavy tits. The wet sounds filled the room. Tits bounced, juices dripped, and neither one showed any sign of letting up until the next orgasm hit.