Band Slut Alley

Nikki and Annika didn't care about Joanna Angel's band bleeding out onstage. They slipped behind the building, shoved each other against the brick, and got straight to work with their tongues. A shared eye-roll over the music was all it took. One girl dropped to her knees, pulled aside soaked lace, and dragged her tongue through slick, swollen folds. The other gripped hair, hips bucking, thighs trembling as heat spread through her. They moved fast, messy, like they had five minutes and no patience left. Soft sucking sounds mixed with gasps. Fingers slid in alongside tongues. Each girl chased her own pleasure and pulled it from the other without a single wasted breath.