Glam shine

Tiffany pushes Daisy's skirt up. Her fingers slide underneath the fabric, slow and sure. Daisy's legs part wider. Both of them smile at the idea of people watching. They know they look expensive. Clean. Polished. That's exactly why they touch each other like this. Tiffany's thumb finds Daisy's clit. She circles once, twice. No rush. Daisy bites her lip and laughs under her breath. The sound is soft but filthy. Tiffany keeps her wrist steady while she leans in close, mouth against Daisy's neck, breathing hard enough to fog the glass behind her. Daisy's hips lift off the seat. She likes being seen. Likes being ruined while she still looks untouched.