Bar babes

Alexa and Christina steal the show at the bar, each one dressed like she owns the night. My eyes slide over every curve in leather and lace. Alexa leans in, breasts heavy, nipples tight beneath silk. Christina brushes the small of her back against mine. Sweat beads between her shoulder blades. I let my hand slip down the slope of her ass, cupping each rounded cheek through thin fabric. Her thong strains when I part her cheeks and glide my middle finger along the heat waiting between them. Alexa catches the motion and steps closer, pressing her chest to mine. Hard peaks drag across my shirt. She licks her lips, lips that look made to wrap around my cock. Christina spreads her legs, inviting. I slip two fingers past the lace, straight into slick, wet pussy. She gasps once and rocks back, grinding on my hand. Slick juices run down my knuckles while Alexa reaches between us to palm my stiff length through denim. The low bar light catches on the shiny trail spreading across my skin. Neither woman looks away.