Inked Pink - Payton Preslee & Vanessa Vega

Vanessa Vega met Payton Preslee on the sidewalk, already late for something, when the apartment talk happened. Payton needed a new place—now—and Vanessa lived nearby. They walked together, the building showing itself quickly, two women with one of them thinking more than real estate. Vanessa's unit opened on clean white walls, sun on wood floors, all those windows. Payton circled the sofa, bedroom door, the light in the bathroom. She liked it. She said as much and Vanessa offered to pass her number to the manager. That was that. Except Payton touched Vanessa's wrist and stayed there, close enough for both women to feel the change. They kissed in the living room, mouths open, hungry fast. Vanessa pressed against the wall while Payton pulled the tank top off, took one breast in her mouth, tongue moving quick over the nipple. Hands low after that. Vanessa unbuttoned, stepped out of pants while Payton hooked two fingers inside her already wet cunt, pumping deep on the second stroke, thumb steady on the clit. Payton bent her over the table next—her clothes stayed on, shirt lifted just high enough. Vanessa’s ass pushed back against Payton's hand; she came fast, mouth pressed to her own arm to stay quiet. Payton didn't stop until the shaking passed, then slid to the floor and pulled Vanessa down with her. Thighs apart, legs wide, Payton licked between her lips, slow circles first, then firm suction on the clit, two fingers still working inside. Vanessa came again, harder, hips rolling against her face. They kept going until the afternoon light flattened, skin flushed and half-dressed, a straight path from need to name exchanged. The apartment suited Payton, but that wasn’t the point anymore.