Bunkmate Rubdown

Ziggy Star pops into the bathroom just in time to catch Jaye Summers sudsing up. She lingers, eyes gleaming like she’s about to dare someone to double-dog dare her. Jaye just grins and keeps running soapy hands over her curves. Later, towel barely hanging on, Jaye finds Ziggy sprawled naked on a plastic-covered bed, bottle of thick NURU gel in hand. “Old times,” Ziggy says, nodding at the mattress like they’re still bunkmates at camp. Jaye drops the towel, climbs on, belly-down, and Ziggy swings a leg over her ass. A fat dollop of clear gel hits Jaye’s spine and Ziggy smears it wide, turning skin into something slick and shiny. She works the same goo over her own small tits and tight stomach, then lowers down so her pussy presses right on Jaye’s ass. Slow, deliberate glides turn muscle warm and loose under every inch of contact. “Flip,” Ziggy tells her, voice low. Jaye rolls. More gel, more skin; Ziggy’s nipples drag across Jaye’s until they both breathe heavier. When Ziggy dips lower, tongue finds clit without hesitation—lick, suck, repeat—until Jaye comes with a sharp gasp. Jaye doesn’t wait; she drags Ziggy up, buries her face between spread thighs, pierced tongue flicking fast until Ziggy shudders and moans around it. They slide into a sixty-nine, slick bodies grinding, then roll apart just long enough to line up cunt-to-cunt. Hips snap, clits kiss, and they ride each other hard until they break again, shaking, wet, satisfied.