It's A Bird, It's a Plane - It's LESBIANS!

Veruca and Nikki found a quiet ledge above the city, skirts bunched at their waists, tongues meeting slick heat. They licked like they’d been starving for the taste of one another. A chorus of glass reflected the scene below—colleagues sipping coffee, fists tightening around paper cups, ties forgotten. Nikki slid the strap-on from her bag, spit-lubed the head, and eased it past Veruca’s swollen lips until their hips met the harness. Every thrust threw soft sound into the wind, a wet rhythm against steel. Nine floors down, eyes tracked the shift of muscle, the bounce of breasts, the neat arc of Veruca’s throat when she came.