Playboy Trip Patagonia - Episode 8

They picked it up fast, dancing barefoot on cool tile. One slid in behind the other, hands planted low on those hips, guiding the slow sway. The lead pressed close enough for her tits to brush bare skin with every step. Hips rolled, thighs brushed, their bodies locked in a rhythm that felt less like dancing and more like foreplay. Breasts rose and fell. Cheeks flushed. A hand slipped lower, fingers pressing into the curve of an ass. The follower arched back, letting her weight settle against the woman behind her, breath catching as that touch grew firmer, more certain. They moved together like they’d done it a thousand times, only slower now, no music except the wet sound of lips meeting between steps. Every turn brought them closer until hips ground together, hands roaming without shame, no distance left to close.