Old vs young

Laura steers her into the neglected men’s room, the stink of rust and old piss clinging to the tiles. She locks the door behind them. They hardly pause before their mouths find each other, fast and wet, pulling at clothes until bare skin meets the still air. Laura kneels first—eight years younger, soft and smooth—pressing kisses over Chanel’s belly before burying her face between her thighs. Chanel grips the sink edge and lets the girl eat her deep, tongue working circles that turn ragged. When she comes, her cry echoes off the cracked walls. Then Chanel spins Laura around and spreads her cheeks, licking her ass until the girl shivers and grinds back. She fingers her hard and sweet at the same time, curling inside while her other hand bruises the swell of Laura’s breast. Neither wants the other to notice her stare—Laura jealous of the round, full ass age can still grant; Chanel aching, for just a second, over the taut body she once owned. They stay pressed against the filthy sink, sweat drying, hips rocking until neither can tell whose fingers are whose.