Come with me to the ladies' room

Ever wonder why the beautiful ones head to the ladies' room in twos? Watch Bianca and Blue Angel and you'll see. Their hips brush. Their eyes catch. That's all it takes. Blue Angel slips a hand beneath the hem of Bianca's skirt, fingertips tracing soft heat. Bianca bites her lip, pulls Blue Angel closer, teeth grazing the curve of her throat. They fumble toward the stall, lock the door behind them. Skirts push up. Fingers slide between slick folds, finding each other wet and wanting. Blue Angel drops to her knees, tongue working in eager circles while Bianca grips her hair and rocks her hips. Moans echo off tile, the air thick with sweat and sweetness. They don't rush. Back at the bar they can wait; here, they take their time.