Friendly Competition

Tiffany and Rebecca stretch out under the sun, lean bodies on display. They’re here to land the same bikini campaign, and neither plans to back down. The designer keeps his hands on them longer than needed, sliding lotion over ribs and hips, letting his palms linger. Tiffany feels the oil warm under his thumbs. Rebecca watches, her breath shallow. He doesn’t rush. A finger traces the string of her suit, then slips beneath. She opens for him without a word. He works slow, spreading slick heat, testing how each girl takes his touch. One by one they lose the tops, then the bottoms, skin sticking where the oil lingers. He bends Rebecca over the edge of the lounger, cock slick from her mouth, and pushes straight in. Tiffany waits on her knees, lips parted, until he pulls free and feeds the same length to her. She tastes both of them and doesn’t flinch. He keeps the rhythm steady, back and forth, mouth to ass to mouth again. The girls trade places when he wants them to, hips lifted, legs spread. Sweat beads on their backs. He finishes across their faces, streaks catching in lashes and on flushed cheeks. The sun keeps climbing.