Taking hold of her hand, Annika led Charlee into a stone-sheltered recess. The violet-tinted hue of dawn filtered into the cozy niche.

Annika's hands slid into Charlee's coppery curls and drew her lips close. For a long moment, they hovered there as their gazes danced together. Then Annika pressed her mouth softly against Charlee's, drinking in its sweetness, slowly at first, then more urgently.

Annika supported her as they slowly slid to their knees, their lips never parting. They knelt there in the sand, hands hungrily exploring each other's body. Charlee tentatively ran both hands along Annika's spine, thrilling in the feel of the tremble she created with her touch.

Hungrily Annika pulled down the zipper of Charlee's jacket, surprised to find the other woman wore nothing underneath it. Sucking in a deep breath, she let her eyes drink in the sight of Charlee's bare melon-size breasts.

Soon Annika was using both hands to worship Charlee's breasts, lifting and molding the big boobs, pressing them together. Charlee threw her head back, arching her spine as Annika replaced one of her hands with her lips and.

Warning: This story has hot and steamy content and is not suitable for all ages. Listeners should be 18+.