Party chicks

You’d wonder what happens once the velvet rope drops behind you. Nothing polite. Two women peeled off their dresses on that leather couch, silk and heat sticking to their skin. One shoved the other’s knees apart, spread her open, and dragged her tongue through the wet. The other answered by thrusting two fingers in, curling hard, pumping until the first girl’s hips jerked and her cunt clenched around them. Sweat slicked their thighs. They swapped places fast—no teasing left. Tongues flicked tight, swollen clits while knuckles disappeared knuckle-deep inside. Sharp gasps mixed with the low thump of distant bass. They kept going, hips grinding, thighs shaking, until the leather squeaked and both of them came, loud and slick and dripping on the couch.