After Midnight - Part 2

She comes in wrecked. Eyes heavy. Shoulders pulled tight. Jenna doesn't ask what's wrong. She just pulls Lisa down onto the busted couch and tugs the tiny top up past her breasts. The nipple clamps she's hidden in her purse click open against warm skin. Lisa's thighs part without a thought, already wet from watching her best friend work the pole earlier. Jenna kneels between them, tongue sliding over the slick folds, tasting salt and heat. Two fingers push inside and work that spot that makes Lisa curse. The black dildo comes out next—thick, veined, already slick from Lisa's mouth. Jenna sinks it deep, twisting her wrist each time the ridge catches at the entrance. Their breaths match. Sweat slips between Lisa's tits. She comes quick and hard, cunt fluttering around the toy, then pulls Jenna up for a kiss that tastes like both of them.