The air between them crackled now, thick with need. They swapped positions smoothly, like they'd done this a hundred times. Rhea guided Camille to lie back on the lounge chair, hiking up her red dress and tugging down her lacy panties. Camille's shaved pussy was exposed, lips puffy and glistening with her own wetness. 

Rhea wasted no time, diving in with her mouth. Her tongue lapped flat against the clit, then delved lower to taste the entrance, sliding inside to fuck with quick flicks. Camille writhed, her hands fisting Rhea's hair, hips lifting off the chair. 'God, your tongue... right there.' Rhea added two fingers, thick and curling, pumping into...