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Mac smirked as she met Taylor’s stern gaze. “I know what I’m doing. Babs saw your bite mark by the way.”

Taylor whimpered as Mac’s hands continued rubbing her. “And? Now she knows you’re hot shit enough to get laid, finally.”

“I’ve had plenty.” Mac quipped back, sliding Taylor’s panties to the side and meeting her folds. The soft center made Mac moan.

As her finger lingered over Taylor’s slick entrance, Taylor’s eyes shot open. “Don’t go inside.”

Mac pulled her hand back, her eyebrows furrowing with confusion. “Are you okay?

“Yeah,” Taylor nodded, “I just can’t risk getting a UTI.”

Mac giggled, kissing her cheek. “Good call. Do you want more?”

Biting her lip, Taylor smiled. “I want you to take me right to the edge.”

It was all the directive Mac needed, pushing her hand back under Taylor’s panties and onto her clit. Her hard bead was easy to find. Making wide strokes, Mac watched Taylor’s face as she enjoyed each touch.

“More.” Taylor begged.

Mac smirked, bringing her mouth down Taylor’s chest toward her chest. She peeled back the bra and exposed Taylor’s hard nipple to the warm water. Letting her tongue caress the nipple, Mac’s eyes rolled back. Taylor’s body was everything Mac could have dreamed of, and touching her felt like coming home.

A part of Mac worried someone might walk in and see Taylor Young’s nipple in her mouth. But that made it even hotter, knowing that they might get caught.

Taylor’s breathing picked up as her back arched into Mac’s touch. With her free hand, Mac gripped Taylor’s bare ass.

“Fuck, I’m close.” Taylor groaned, trying to figure out where she should stop. But Mac could tell from her face that she wanted to reach climax, to finish right there in the hotel pool.

But just as Taylor’s body began to tremor, Mac removed her hand from Taylor’s panties.

Taylor’s jaw dropped as she forced her eyes open. “You bitch.”

Raising her hands in surrender, Mac laughed. “This is what you asked for. I’m just doing as I’m told.”

Sitting up on the step, Taylor shook her head. “How about a little revenge?”

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Before Mac could answer,Taylor whipped around in the pool. Pushing Mac against the railing, Taylor started to bite her neck.

Mac groaned. “Easy.”

Taylor let up. “Sorry, baby.”

Nodding, Mac guided Taylor’s hand down to her slit. Taylor whimpered as her fingers touched Mac’s soaked folds – it definitely wasn’t just the pool. Still throbbing from Mac’s unfinished touching, Taylor’s own clit ached for more.

“I’m so desperate for you.” Taylor confessed as she slid her fingers back up toward Mac’s folds. After a few moments of massaging Mac’s hood, Taylor gripped Mac’s hips and turned her around.

Mac pushed her ass into Taylor’s center.

Just feeling Mac press against her was enough to make Taylor whimper. “Holy shit.” Clearly, all of Mac’s training was doing more than just making her game better. “Do you think you lift enough in the gym?”

Mac laughed and let her hips draw circles around Taylor’s center. “Hard to say. Does it feel like enough?”

Taylor could only nod as she gripped Mac’s hips and pushed herself closer. Reaching around her front, Taylor let her hand fall down Mac’s swim trunks.

“Oh god.” Mac’s head dropped as she gripped the railing for some stability.