Going Down

Late at the office again. Angel Youngs and Skylar Snow step into the empty elevator, eyes already working each other over. No one else around. Angel slams every button. The doors shut, the car jolts to a stop, and she’s on Skylar—tongue sliding past parted lips, tasting her. Clothes peel away, land in soft heaps. Skylar gets Angel’s tongue next, spreading smooth cheeks, sinking in, licking tight holes until both girls are wet and needy. Angel straps on her harness, pushes Skylar to the wall, and sinks the thick cock inside. Long, deep strokes rattle the metal doors. Skylar’s moans bounce off every surface until she clenches and comes hard, soaking the shaft. When it’s over, sweat and lipstick mark the glossy walls, and the elevator carries the smell of them downward with every slow descent.