One huge beach towel. Three good friends: Angel, Brittney, Charlotte. Sunning and snoozing and chatting on a hot day at the shore.
They turned as a unit. When one girl felt baked on one side she flipped over; the others always followed suit: synchronized sunbathing.
It was during one such move that one bumped another and the playfulness began. Soon they were rolling over each other like gymnasts, tumbling and tangling and giggling like crazy.
Ass to ass. Breasts to breasts. Front to back. Skin to skin, in string bikinis that hid almost nothing of their trim young bodies. Unconscious of the spectacle, cavorting like puppies in a pile.
Eventually they rested; but for the rest of the afternoon when one or another got the giggle-fits she would roll over the girl next to her, and it would all start again.
That night, Angel and Brittney slept soundly.
Charlotte lay awake in the dark of her bedroom, playing with her virgin pussy, remembering the bodies of her best friends, dreaming of things she barely understood, cumming again and again.
— Frenulum
Based on a scene witnessed Friday afternoon. Pure innocent beauty, to the eye of the spectator.
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