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Heat slammed down on bare shoulders. Lily reached for Memphis and their mouths met hard, tongues sliding before either woman bothered with hello. The concrete burned under their knees. Lily shoved Memphis onto her back, opened her legs, and dropped her tongue to the first warm fold she found. Memphis grabbed a fistful of hair and rocked against that mouth while Lily moaned straight into her cunt. Sweat ran between her tits, beaded on her stomach. Every lick sounded wetter than the last. Memphis answered by sliding two fingers deep into Lily’s cunt, curling them until the smaller woman bucked and hissed. She hooked her thumb against Lily’s swollen clit, rubbing in tight circles that matched every pulse of her tongue. Onlookers couldn’t see past the glare, but the city kept moving below them. They kept fucking like the air might never cool again, bodies slick, breathing loud, rhythm steady. Sun baked the black lines of ink across Memphis’s ribs; Lily traced them with her teeth, then slipped lower again.