Kathia's exotic goddess

Kathia spotted Jessyca at the bar and felt that snap of hunger. Drinks came fast, heat moved faster. Now the VIP lounge lets them take everything off, every second at their disposal. Kathia pins Jessyca against the velvet wall. Her fingers dig in—hungry, greedy—tracing the slope of breasts, the tight dip of waist, the swell of hips that taper to long thighs. Jessyca gasps when teeth graze her nipple, when skilled fingers slip lower and find her slick and ready. Breath meets tongue, thighs part, tongues trade moans while the music pulses from somewhere else. Kathia drops to her knees, mouth opens wide, devours Jessyca’s cunt with deep, wet strokes that make the dancer twist and clutch at dark curls. Jessyca rides the tongue, pulls hair, comes once, twice, voice ragged. Then it’s Kathia’s turn: pushed onto a silk couch, legs spread, thighs shaking as Jessyca fucks her with two fingers and a clever thumb until Kathia arches, the orgasm ripping through her so hard she forgets the rest of the world. Sweaty, smiling, still wanting more.