Rooftop Romping

We placed Azrael and Kleio on a Brooklyn rooftop at night. The skyline glowed behind them, glass towers catching moonlight. Azrael stepped close first. She cupped Kleio's face, thumb grazing her lower lip, then kissed her hard and slow, tongues sliding. Kleio moaned into her mouth. Their hands moved fast—fingers tugging at zippers, yanking fabric aside until both women stood naked except for heels and jewelry, skin warm against cool air. Azrael sank to her knees. She spread Kleio's legs and buried her mouth between them, licking in long strokes. Kleio gasped, grabbed a fistful of Azrael's hair, pulled her deeper. Azrael answered by sucking her clit and sliding two fingers inside, working her with steady pressure. Kleio's hips rocked, her free hand gripping the metal railing, knuckles white. Kleio pulled Azrael up, spun her around, bent her over a low lounge chair. She dropped behind her, spread her ass, and licked her from cunt to hole in one wet swipe. Azrael groaned. Kleio pressed two fingers into her pussy, pumped them while teasing her rim with her tongue. Azrael pushed back, needy, and Kleio slid a third finger in, stretching her open. They moved to the floor. Azrael climbed on top, grinding her soaked pussy against Kleio's thigh while they kissed again, messy and open-mouthed. Kleio slipped two fingers back inside her, curling them. Azrael's back arched, nipples tight in the night air. She returned the favor, pushing her own fingers into Kleio until both women fucked each other's hands in rhythm, hips snapping, wet sounds cutting through the quiet. They came together, bodies trembling, mouths locked, breath ragged. When they finally slowed, Azrael rested her forehead against Kleio's and smiled, fingers still buried deep. The city kept moving below them. They stayed tangled, breathing hard, sweat cooling on skin.