New Friends

They locked eyes across the green felt, two strangers at the start of their night. Hours later they're deep into it—Lana flat on her back with her dress bunched at her waist, knees pinned apart, and Alysa tongue-fucking her ass like she means to destroy every trace of distance they once kept. Saliva shines on puckered skin. Each pass of Alysa’s wet muscle makes Lana buck, toes curling over the polished edge of the table. Fingers soon follow tongue; Alysa works two, then three inside Lana’s snug ring, stretching her open while her other hand works tight, lazy circles over Lana’s clit. Lana’s breath snaps short. When she finally moans her permission, Alysa stands, licks a stripe up the center of Lana’s cunt, and presses the heavy silicone head of her strap-on against that freshly softened hole. One slow thrust and she’s inside—thick, relentless, claiming every nerve ending Lana had tried to keep guarded. The table rattles. Their heavy, wet sounds fill the empty room as if the party never ended and may never let them go.