"My sister... so good... oh God...," Yoriichi is never that loud in public, but the beach is empty.
The seaside arches like a desolate crescent Moon, sparkling the same way. The bubbling waves are calm, they reach half the height of her almost naked body as she lies on her back. The water caresses her sides, cheeks, and hips, but never completely covers her, although at times she can feel salty splashes in her mouth. Her breasts are also still dry and lush in her dark red bikini top, her chest rising and falling rapidly, as if trying to outrace her pounding heart. Yoriichi wants to throw her head back, but she just can't take her eyes off the arching back of her twin sister.
Michikatsu’s upper body is almost pressed to the sand. Her long thick ponytail gets scattered all over her shoulders like a shock of moist seaweed everytime her head dives down to her sister’s dark red panties. Or, rather, to where they used to be.
The sea is still warm, but the older sister’s tongue fondling Yoriichi’s vagina is immeasurably hotter. Every once in a while, Michikatsu lifts up her wet face to breathe in some air. And when she gets back to her business between Yoriichi’s spread legs, the panties of her lavender swimsuit beautifully hug the two globes of her young firm ass. Yoriichi digs her fingers into the wet sand, scaring away crabs and small fish that swim around.
The sun is still up, and the sky is blue, but Michikatsu makes her see stars.