She grabbed the body wash, squirted a generous amount into her palms, and started on my chest—slow circles, nails grazing my nipples, working lower. I returned the favor, hands gliding over her slick tits, thumbs flicking the hard peaks, then down her stomach, between her thighs for a teasing second before moving to her back.
"So," she murmured, pressing closer until our bodies slid together, "I heard noises coming from your room this morning. Care to explain?"
I laughed against her neck. "Fucked Minne's thighs in those pink stockings. Then sixty-nined Nala until we both came. I'm running on fumes."
Jasmine splashed water at my face, laughing. "You absolute horny animal. That poor girl's never going to walk straight again."
"She asked for it," I said, catching her wrist and pulling her flush against me. Water cascaded over us. I kissed her—deep, hungry—and she kissed back just as hard, teeth nipping my bottom lip, hands sliding down to cup my ass.
