Breath-Holding Contest in the Pool

Naomi and Paulina stood chest-deep in the private backyard pool, the warm evening air thick with the scent of chlorine and cut grass. At twenty-two, both women carried the easy confidence of bodies that knew exactly what they wanted. Naomi’s dark hair clung in wet strands to her shoulders, her blue bikini top stretched tight across full breasts that rose and fell with each breath. Paulina’s lighter brown locks were twisted up messily, a few loose tendrils framing her face as water lapped at the undersides of her tits, her matching red bottoms riding high on her hips.

They had drifted closer without thinking about it. The pool lights cast soft ripples across their skin, highlighting the curve of Naomi’s waist and the freckles scattered over Paulina’s collarbones. Naomi felt the brush of Paulina’s thigh against her own every time the water shifted, a slick, deliberate slide of flesh that sent a spark straight between her legs. She didn’t pull away. Neither did Paulina.

“You’re staring again,” Paulina said, her voice low and teasing. She floated a half-step nearer so their hips bumped. The contact lingered—warm skin, wet fabric, the faint pressure of Paulina’s mound against Naomi’s outer thigh.

Naomi’s pulse jumped. She let her hand trail underwater and graze Paulina’s bare side, fingers tracing the dip just above the bikini line. “Hard not to when you’re standing there looking like that. Bet I can hold my breath longer than you.”

Paulina’s laugh was soft, almost a breath itself. She turned fully toward Naomi, breasts pressing lightly against Naomi’s as the water buoyed them. “A contest? Right now?” Her nipples were already tight little peaks under the thin red fabric, visible whenever the surface dipped. “You just want an excuse to watch me go under.”

“Maybe I do.” Naomi’s free hand found Paulina’s waist under the water, squeezing once, possessive and playful. Their nearly naked bodies brushed again—stomach to stomach, thigh to thigh—as they adjusted their footing on the smooth pool floor. Every small movement made wet skin slide against wet skin. Naomi felt the heat building low in her belly, the competitive edge sharpening it. She wanted to win, wanted to see Paulina’s face when she surfaced gasping, wanted the excuse to keep touching.

Paulina’s eyes darkened. She leaned in so her lips nearly brushed Naomi’s ear. “Fine. Rules are simple. We both dunk at the same time. Whoever stays down longest wins. No cheating—no grabbing the bottom or coming up for sneaky breaths.” Her hand slipped underwater too, fingertips skating along the outside of Naomi’s thigh, then higher, teasing the edge of her bikini bottoms. “And the loser… well, we’ll decide that after. Something good.”

Naomi’s breath hitched at the touch. She could feel her clit already starting to swell, the fabric of her suit rubbing just enough to make her restless. “Something filthy, you mean.” She mirrored the move, cupping Paulina’s ass under the water and giving it a firm squeeze that made Paulina’s hips jerk forward. Their bodies pressed flush now—soft breasts mashing together, hard nipples dragging through thin wet material. The mutual attraction crackled between them like static. Naomi’s mind raced with images of Paulina’s mouth open underwater, bubbles streaming past her lips, legs parted.

They separated just enough to face each other properly, still chest-deep, water beading on their collarbones and sliding down into their cleavages. Naomi rolled her shoulders, limbering up, and watched the way Paulina’s chest expanded with a deep preparatory breath. The red bikini top strained. Paulina did the same, eyes locked on Naomi’s blue top as it lifted and lowered.

“Ready?” Naomi asked. Her voice came out huskier than she intended. She reached out one more time, ostensibly to steady herself, and let her palm skim across Paulina’s stomach, feeling the muscles jump. Then lower, a quick bold stroke over the front of Paulina’s bottoms where the fabric was already molded to her pussy lips. Paulina’s soft gasp was pure fuel.

Paulina caught Naomi’s wrist underwater and held it there for a second, pressing Naomi’s fingers harder against herself. “Don’t start something you can’t finish when we’re both holding our breath,” she murmured. But she didn’t let go right away. Instead she rocked her hips once, deliberate, grinding into Naomi’s hand so Naomi felt the heat and the slight swell of her clit through the soaked material. Then Paulina released her and floated back a fraction.

They filled their lungs together—deep, synchronized inhales that lifted their breasts high. Naomi’s mind spun with the press of bodies, the leftover tingle where Paulina had ground against her palm, the challenge sparking hotter because of how badly she wanted to touch more. She could already picture sliding a hand between Paulina’s legs once they were under, fingers slipping past the crotch of those red bottoms while bubbles escaped around them. The contest was supposed to be about who lasted longest, but the real contest was how long either of them could keep their hands to themselves.

Naomi gave a small nod. Paulina nodded back, competitive fire bright in her eyes and something hungrier underneath. Their nearly naked forms brushed one final time as they bent their knees—thighs sliding, hips bumping, the soft give of breasts against arms. Then they both plunged under the surface in the same motion, water closing over their heads.

Underwater the world went muffled and blue-green. Naomi’s eyes stayed open. She saw Paulina right there, hair floating like a dark halo, cheeks puffed with held air, body drifting closer on the residual current. Their knees bumped. Then their thighs. The contact sent another jolt through Naomi even as her lungs began their slow count. Paulina’s hand found hers and laced their fingers for a second—reassurance, challenge, invitation all at once—before letting go so they could settle into proper positions.

Naomi kicked gently to stay submerged, watching the way Paulina’s red bikini shifted with every small movement of water. She could make out the hard points of Paulina’s nipples, the way the bottoms clung to the cleft of her pussy. Her own body hummed with need. The competitive tension coiled tighter: she wanted to outlast Paulina, wanted to surface victorious and claim whatever filthy prize they invented, wanted even more to cheat just a little and explore while they both still had air left. Her fingers twitched at her sides. Paulina floated closer still, one bare knee slipping between Naomi’s legs, the pressure light but unmistakable against Naomi’s own soaked suit.

Bubbles trickled from the corner of Paulina’s mouth. Naomi felt her own lungs start to burn at the edges, the warm pressure building. Their bodies kept brushing—soft stomachs, the occasional glide of breast against arm—as they held position chest-deep below the surface. The mutual attraction made every second thicker, heavier. Naomi’s free hand drifted almost without permission, fingertips tracing the outer curve of Paulina’s hip underwater, then the smooth skin just under the bikini waistband. Paulina’s eyes locked on hers through the water, dark and daring, and she answered with a slow rock of her hips that dragged her thigh higher between Naomi’s legs.

The burn in Naomi’s chest sharpened. She could stay down longer. She knew it. But the way Paulina’s body kept offering itself in these small underwater caresses made winning feel like only half the point. Naomi’s fingers slipped further under the edge of the red fabric, finding the upper curve of Paulina’s ass, squeezing once. Paulina’s lips parted on a silent gasp that released more bubbles. Her hand came up and cupped Naomi’s breast through the blue top, thumb dragging across the stiffened nipple.

They were still only preparing, still testing limits, lungs working harder with every teasing touch. The contest had barely begun and already the water around them felt charged, every brush of nearly naked skin promising more once one of them finally had to surface. Naomi’s clit throbbed against the tight press of her bottoms. She kicked lightly to stay level with Paulina, chests almost touching now, and let her other hand roam lower along Paulina’s thigh. The competitive fire and the raw want fed each other. Whoever broke first would lose the breath-holding, but the real game was only getting started beneath the surface of the warm evening pool.

They held for another dozen heartbeats, bodies drifting and colliding in the muffled blue, before Naomi’s lungs finally seized and she kicked hard for the surface. Paulina broke a half-second later, both of them exploding upward in a spray of water and ragged gasps. Chlorine-scented air rushed into Naomi’s chest; she laughed through the burn, hair plastered across her face, breasts heaving inside the soaked blue top. Paulina treaded water right in front of her, red fabric translucent now, nipples dark and peaked, eyes bright with the same oxygen-starved spark.

“Thirty seconds easy,” Paulina panted, grinning, chest rising and falling fast. “You almost had me.”

Naomi floated closer until their knees bumped again underwater. “Almost doesn’t count. Round two. Longer.” She still felt the ghost of Paulina’s thigh between her legs, the squeeze of that ass under her fingers. Her own pulse hammered in her throat and lower, between her thighs where the bikini bottoms clung tight and slick.

They filled their lungs deeper this time—slow, deliberate pulls that lifted their tits high—and plunged together. The water closed over them softer, warmer. Naomi kept her eyes open and watched Paulina’s freckled collarbones, the way her stomach hollowed as she settled into the hold. Competitive fire mixed with something heavier. Naomi’s free hand found Paulina’s waist immediately, fingers spanning wet skin, pulling her in until their breasts mashed soft and buoyant through thin fabric. Paulina’s knee slid higher between Naomi’s legs, pressing deliberate friction against her swollen clit. Bubbles leaked from both their mouths as the contact sharpened. Naomi’s lungs started their slow burn sooner because her heart was racing, blood thudding hot in her ears and cunt. She answered by slipping two fingers under the edge of Paulina’s red bottoms, stroking the outer lips of her pussy, feeling how slick she already was even in the pool water. Paulina’s eyes flared wide; her hips rolled forward, grinding that heat onto Naomi’s hand while her own palm cupped Naomi’s breast and pinched the nipple hard enough to make more bubbles stream free.

They lasted nearly a full minute before the ache in their chests forced them up. Both women surfaced gasping, laughing in short, breathy bursts, faces inches apart. Water sheeted down Naomi’s cleavage. Paulina’s lighter hair had come half-loose, strands sticking to her flushed cheeks. Their eyes locked and held—no joke left in the stare, only heat and the shared knowledge of how good those underwater fingers had felt.

“Fuck, that burn,” Paulina said, voice rough. She hooked a leg around Naomi’s hip beneath the surface, keeping them pressed close while they recovered. “My heart’s trying to climb out of my throat. And lower.” She rolled her hips once so Naomi felt the exact heat of her through the thin red crotch. “You feel that?”

Naomi’s hand was still under the fabric; she gave a slow stroke along Paulina’s slit in answer, then pulled free only far enough to surface and cup Paulina’s ass instead. “I feel it. Round three. We stay down until it hurts.” Her own body ached already—thighs trembling from the kick to stay submerged, core tight, clit throbbing against the seam of her bottoms every time the water shifted. The playful contest had burned off; what remained was raw need coiled around the challenge.

They sucked in air until their ribs stretched, eyes never leaving each other, then dropped. Underwater the world narrowed to blue light and the press of nearly naked skin. Naomi’s dark hair floated around them like ink. Paulina’s hands went straight to the ties of Naomi’s blue top, tugging just enough that one full breast spilled free into the water. Cool current licked the stiffened nipple; Paulina’s mouth followed, lips sealing hot around it, tongue flicking while bubbles escaped both their noses. Naomi’s moan was silent but her body arched, thighs parting wider. She shoved her hand fully inside Paulina’s bottoms this time, two fingers sliding between slick folds, finding the swollen clit and circling it in tight, slow pressure. Paulina jerked, thighs clamping around Naomi’s wrist, the motion driving Naomi’s own need higher. Their free hands roamed—gripping hips, squeezing asses, nails dragging light scores across wet backs—while the oxygen clock ticked merciless in their chests. Hearts slammed against ribs. Muscles in their calves and shoulders started to tremble from the effort of staying down, of fighting the float and the burn at the same time. Naomi felt light-headed in the best way, every nerve lit because Paulina’s fingers had slipped under her own bottoms now, rubbing firm circles over her clit in perfect rhythm with the thrust of Naomi’s fingers inside her.

They broke the surface together this time, almost a minute and a half later, both of them coughing out laughs that turned into hungry little sounds. Water cascaded off their bodies. Naomi’s top hung open on one side, breast bare and glistening; she didn’t fix it. Paulina’s bottoms were half-shoved down one hip. They clung to each other in the chest-deep water, foreheads touching, gulping air while their free hands stayed busy underwater—Naomi still gently fucking two fingers into Paulina’s tight heat, Paulina still rubbing Naomi’s clit in slow, possessive strokes.

“Jesus,” Naomi gasped, laughing against Paulina’s mouth. “My whole body hurts. In the best fucking way. Lungs, thighs, everything.” She curled her fingers deeper, felt Paulina clench. “I don’t want to stop. I want to keep going until we can’t feel our legs.”

Paulina’s eyes were dark, pupils blown, lips parted and wet. She kissed Naomi hard once—chlorine and heat—then pulled back just enough to speak. “Same. Fuck the points. I want to push until my chest is on fire and you’re still inside me when we come up. Keep holding longer. Keep touching. I want every limit we’ve got.” Her fingers pressed harder on Naomi’s clit, making Naomi’s hips buck. “Say it back. Tell me we’re doing this together.”

Naomi’s laugh came out shaky with want. She nodded, forehead still pressed to Paulina’s, both of them treading water with lazy kicks while their hands kept working. “We’re doing this together. Next round longer. No coming up until it really hurts. And we don’t stop touching the whole time.” The admission sat hot between them, heavier than the water. Competitive spark had melted into pure shared hunger—the need to test how long two bodies could stay submerged while fingers and mouths drove each other half-crazy.

They adjusted their suits just enough to stay on, then floated apart a few inches only so they could fill their lungs properly. Naomi watched Paulina’s red top strain over her tits with the deep inhale, watched the way water beaded on her freckled skin. Her own bare breast still hung free, nipple tight from cool air and leftover suction. The ache in her chest from the last hold hadn’t fully faded; it mixed with the throb between her legs until every breath felt like foreplay. Paulina’s gaze dropped to Naomi’s mouth, then lower, then locked again—heat so open it made Naomi’s stomach flip.

“Ready?” Paulina asked, voice low.

Naomi reached under the water one more time, cupped Paulina’s mound through the half-shoved bottoms, and squeezed. “More than ready. Let’s see how long we can last when we’re both this close already.”

They sucked air until it hurt, eyes bright and locked, bodies already drifting back into each other’s space. Then they bent their knees together and slipped under again, the surface sealing above them while their hands found wet skin and fabric and the slick heat waiting underneath. The water muffled everything except the frantic beat of their hearts and the slow, deliberate slide of fingers that promised the next round would push every remaining limit they had left.

They slipped under together, the surface sealing shut above their heads in a soft rush of bubbles. The muffled blue closed in at once. Naomi’s lungs already carried the leftover ache from the last round, but the sight of Paulina drifting right in front of her—freckled collarbones pale in the underwater light, red bikini half-askew, eyes open and hungry—made the burn feel like fuel. Naomi reached first. She fisted a hand in Paulina’s floating hair and hauled her in.

Their mouths crashed together in a fierce, open kiss. Chlorine and heat and the metallic taste of held breath mixed as tongues slid deep. Paulina’s lips parted wider; she kissed back hard, teeth grazing, bubbles streaming from the corners of both their mouths. Naomi’s free hand shoved straight inside the red bikini bottoms. Her fingers found Paulina’s swollen clit at once—hot, slippery, already pulsing—and she rubbed it in frantic little circles, the motion jerky with need and the effort of staying down. Paulina answered by yanking Naomi’s blue bottoms aside and driving two fingers over Naomi’s own clit, rubbing just as hard, just as fast. The dual pressure shot through both of them. Thighs clamped. Hips bucked. Silent moans vibrated into the kiss while their hearts hammered against the oxygen clock.

Naomi’s chest tightened faster this time. The frantic rub of Paulina’s fingers and the slick heat of Paulina’s clit under her own made every second count double. She kept kissing, kept rubbing, legs kicking lazily to hold depth. Paulina’s free hand cupped the bare breast that still hung free from Naomi’s top, pinching the nipple until more bubbles escaped. The burn climbed their throats. Muscles trembled. They broke apart only when their lungs seized, kicking hard for air.

They exploded upward gasping, faces inches apart, water sheeting off heaving chests. “Fuck—again,” Naomi panted, voice raw. “Right now.” Paulina only nodded, already gulping the biggest breath she could take. They dropped together a second later.

Underwater again. Naomi didn’t wait. She drove Paulina backward until her spine met the cool tile of the pool wall. One forearm pinned Paulina’s shoulder; the other hand shoved fully inside the red bottoms and three fingers plunged deep into her cunt in one hard thrust. Paulina’s silent cry released a rush of bubbles. Naomi fucked her fast and deep, knuckles slamming against the soaked fabric, the heel of her hand grinding Paulina’s clit with every stroke. Paulina’s legs wrapped around Naomi’s hips underwater, locking her in. Her hands clawed at Naomi’s back, nails raking, then shoved Naomi’s top fully open so both full breasts floated free. Paulina’s mouth sealed around one stiffened nipple and sucked hard even while the water tried to pull them apart. The dual sensation—Naomi’s fingers driving inside her, Paulina’s tongue flicking her nipple—made Naomi’s vision spark at the edges. She fingered harder, curling, pounding, feeling Paulina’s walls clench and flutter around her.

They surfaced only long enough to drag air into starved lungs, foreheads pressed, bodies still locked against the wall. “Don’t stop,” Paulina gasped. “Switch—let me—” They dove before the sentence finished.

This time Paulina took control. She spun them so Naomi’s back hit the tile. Her mouth found Naomi’s other nipple immediately, sucking deep and wet, teeth scraping just enough to sting. At the same time she thrust two fingers straight into Naomi’s cunt—no teasing, just full, hard strokes that stretched her open and rubbed every sensitive ridge. Naomi’s head tipped back against the wall; bubbles poured from her open mouth. She shoved her own hand back inside Paulina’s bottoms and rubbed her clit in tight, frantic circles, matching the ruthless pace of the fingers fucking her. Their free hands gripped ass cheeks, thighs, anything they could reach, holding each other under while the oxygen debt climbed like fire through their ribs.

The burn became everything. Lungs screamed. Calves cramped from the constant kick to stay submerged. Still they kept going—Paulina sucking one nipple then the other, two fingers thrusting deep and fast, Naomi rubbing Paulina’s swollen clit without mercy. The water around them churned with their thrashing. Naomi felt the first sharp spike of orgasm coil low in her belly, unstoppable. She rubbed harder, fucked her fingers deeper into Paulina in answer. Paulina’s thighs clamped around her wrist. Their eyes locked through the blue-green haze—raw, desperate, completely agreed.

They broke the surface together as the climaxes hit.

Naomi came first in a long, gasping shudder, cunt clamping hard around Paulina’s driving fingers, a raw cry ripping out of her as air flooded her lungs. Her whole body jerked against the wall; water splashed. Paulina followed half a second later, head thrown back, mouth open on a broken moan while her pussy pulsed and soaked Naomi’s hand. They clung to each other through the aftershocks, still chest-deep, still moving—slow now, almost gentle—fingers stroking through the last waves while they gulped air like drowning women.

“Holy shit,” Naomi rasped against Paulina’s wet cheek, laughing weakly between breaths. Her legs felt like water. “I can’t feel my fingers. Or my thighs. Or anything that isn’t still pulsing.”

Paulina’s laugh came out shaky. She kept two fingers buried inside Naomi, just resting there, feeling the tiny after-clenches. “Same. My chest is on fire and my clit is still twitching. We pushed it. We fucking pushed it.” She nuzzled Naomi’s bare breast, licked a stray bead of water from the nipple, then looked up with eyes still dark and hungry. “But I can already feel myself getting wet again thinking about how long we just stayed down with you inside me. Round five. We go longer. We come harder. I want to see how many times we can shatter before we can’t kick back up anymore.”

Naomi’s pulse kicked fresh heat between her legs even through the exhaustion. She curled her fingers once inside Paulina, slow and deep, and felt the answering squeeze. “Yeah. Longer. Until the burn is the only thing left and we still don’t stop touching.” They floated there against the wall a moment longer, chests heaving, suits ruined and bodies slick, the private evening pool holding the sound of their ragged breathing and the soft slap of water against tile. The next dive was already forming in both their minds—deeper, dirtier, no limits left to spare.

They filled their lungs until their ribs ached and slipped under one last time, the surface sealing above them in a soft rush. Naomi’s leftover burn from the last climax still flickered low in her belly, but the sight of Paulina drifting close—red bottoms shoved aside, freckled thighs parting, eyes locked and hungry—turned the fire into pure drive. She hauled Paulina in by the waist, mouths crashing open in a deep, greedy kiss that leaked bubbles everywhere. Their tongues slid wet and frantic. Naomi shoved three fingers straight into Paulina’s cunt, curling hard against the front wall while her thumb mashed the swollen clit. Paulina’s silent moan vibrated into Naomi’s mouth; she answered by driving two fingers deep into Naomi and fucking her in short, brutal strokes that made Naomi’s hips buck hard enough to thrash the water.

They stayed down longer than before. Lungs screamed. Calves cramped. Naomi’s free hand pinched Paulina’s nipple and twisted until more bubbles poured free. Paulina sucked Naomi’s other nipple deep, teeth scraping, while her fingers pounded faster, stretching Naomi open on every thrust. The oxygen debt climbed like liquid fire through their chests. Still they kept going—Naomi scissoring her fingers inside Paulina’s clenching heat, Paulina grinding the heel of her hand against Naomi’s clit in ruthless circles. Their bodies locked together against the tile, breasts mashed, thighs trembling, every nerve lit by the double burn of held breath and building orgasm.

Naomi felt the climax slam into her first. Her cunt clamped down around Paulina’s driving fingers in hard, rhythmic pulses; her silent scream ripped more bubbles out as the pleasure tore through her. She rubbed Paulina’s clit faster in answer, curling deep, and Paulina shattered half a second later—walls fluttering and soaking Naomi’s hand, body jerking hard enough to knock them both off the wall. They kicked weakly for the surface together, still locked, still moving inside each other through the aftershocks.

They exploded upward gasping, water sheeting off heaving chests, faces inches apart. Naomi’s blue top hung completely open, both full breasts bare and glistening. Paulina’s red bottoms were tangled around one thigh. They clung and gulped air while their fingers kept stroking slow and filthy through the last waves.

“Again,” Paulina rasped, voice raw. “Deeper. I want to come with your whole fucking hand inside me while my lungs are on fire.”

Naomi’s laugh came out shaky with fresh heat. “Same. Switch. I want your fist stretching me while I suck your clit underwater until you scream bubbles.” They sucked air until it hurt and dropped.

Underwater Paulina shoved Naomi against the wall again and worked four fingers into her already slick cunt, twisting and pushing until her whole hand sank past the knuckles. Naomi’s silent cry released a thick stream of bubbles; her walls fluttered hard around the thick stretch. Paulina fucked the fist in short, deep thrusts while her mouth sealed over Naomi’s clit and sucked. Naomi’s free hand yanked Paulina’s hips forward and buried her face between Paulina’s thighs, tongue lashing the swollen clit in fast, greedy strokes. The dual sensations—fist stretching her open, tongue battering Paulina’s clit—made every second of held breath feel like pure filth. Their hearts slammed. Vision sparked. Muscles shook. They came together in a thrashing mess of bubbles and clenching heat, then kicked hard for air only long enough to gulp one desperate breath before plunging again.

This time Naomi took the fist. She worked her hand into Paulina’s cunt while they floated chest-deep below the surface, pushing slow then hard until Paulina’s body opened around her. Naomi curled her fingers into a fist and fucked it deep, knuckles grinding Paulina’s G-spot on every stroke while her other hand rubbed Paulina’s clit raw. Paulina’s mouth found Naomi’s bare breast and sucked the nipple hard enough to bruise, free hand slamming three fingers into Naomi and pounding without mercy. They held until the burn turned white-hot, until their legs barely kicked, until the orgasm ripped through both of them at once—Naomi’s cunt spasming around the fingers, Paulina’s walls milking the fist in long, soaking pulses. Bubbles exploded from open mouths. They broke the surface coughing and laughing and still grinding through the aftershocks, bodies slick and trembling.

They did it twice more, each round longer, dirtier, fists and mouths and desperate rubbing while the oxygen debt turned every climax into a full-body detonation. By the final surface their legs barely worked. They dragged themselves to the shallow edge of the pool, panting hard, chests heaving, water lapping at their ruined bikinis and bare tits. Naomi’s dark hair plastered across her flushed face; Paulina’s lighter strands stuck to her freckled collarbones. They clung to each other at the tiled rim, arms locked around wet backs, bodies floating weightlessly in the warm water so every brush of nipple against nipple and thigh against thigh felt electric and soft at once.

Naomi’s voice came out low and rough between ragged breaths. “Contest’s over. No loser tonight. Just two fucked-out twenty-two-year-olds who came until we couldn’t kick anymore.”

Paulina laughed shakily against Naomi’s mouth and traded soft, open kisses—slow slides of tongue, gentle nips, the taste of chlorine and shared climax. Their bodies drifted weightless, breasts floating free and pressing soft, pussies still twitching from the last fist-fucking. “Agreed. No loser. Only how many times we can make each other squirt underwater next time.” She kissed Naomi deeper, then softer, hands stroking lazy circles over wet asses and the backs of trembling thighs. “We test every fucking limit again. Very soon. Tomorrow night. Same pool. Same rules—hold until it hurts and keep fingering the whole time.”

Naomi nodded, forehead pressed to Paulina’s, still trading those soft kisses while their free hands cupped tits and squeezed gently, floating lazy in the evening water. “Tomorrow. Longer holds. More fists. I want to watch you come with my whole hand buried and bubbles pouring out of your nose.” Their kisses stayed soft, bodies weightless and clinging, the quiet agreement settling warm between them as the last tremors faded from their legs. The private pool held only the sound of their slowing pants and the soft slap of water against tile.

Paulina’s fingers slipped back between Naomi’s thighs one final time, two digits pushing lazy into the still-slick heat and curling just enough to make Naomi’s breath hitch. “Promise me you’ll fist my cunt raw next round until I piss myself from coming so hard I can’t hold the breath anymore.”