Just A Squirt Of Oil

Ameena and Scarlette have the whole afternoon mapped out for sun and sand, bikinis barely doing their jobs. They start rubbing oil into each other with slow, greedy hands—palms gliding over cleavage, sliding under ass cheeks, thumbs finding nipples through thin fabric. The heat between them spikes faster than the sun above. Next thing they know, they ditch the plans, yank the sliding door shut, and drag each other down to the cool tile. Lips crush, oil-slick fingers slip under bikini bottoms, and the living-room rug gets soaked in the slickest, dirtiest way.