All girls party

Jo almost skipped the party at the lesbian bar. She went anyway. On the dance floor a blonde in a sheer black dress cut through the crowd and stopped in front of her. Kathia. Ten minutes later they slipped into a back room and the door clicked shut. Kathia pushed Jo onto the worn leather couch, and the two women tore at silk and lace until their bare thighs locked together. Fingers plunged, mouths opened wide. Wet heat met wet heat and did not let go. Their hips rolled hard, chasing the sharp, slick grind of clit on clit, breaths coming out ragged between tongue-filled kisses. Each thrust sent a soft, filthy sound into the room. Kathia came first with a broken gasp against Jo’s mouth; Jo followed seconds later, shaking, nails dug into soft shoulders, the couch creaking under the relentless rhythm of two women lost in each other’s heat.