Tattoo Sisters: Part Two

Anna shows at the door with her kit. Gia leads her upstairs without a word, only that cocky half-smile that says trouble. The bedroom light is low, the bed already unmade. Gia slides onto it, slow and showy, every curve asking for eyes. She wants ink on her breast—says it like an afterthought—so the top comes off and her nipples stiffen in the cool air. She pushes Anna’s shirt up too. Anna swears under her breath but the bra drops anyway. Their mouths crash, hot and reckless, tongues hunting. Sheets twist under them. Marley’s voice cuts through the hall, hunting for a charger. Anna freezes, recognizing the tone, but Gia’s tongue buries between her thighs and the thought burns off fast. Wet sounds fill the room—Gia's mouth relentless, Anna’s breath ragged. Marley cracks the door; Gia snarls for her to get lost, never taking her lips off Anna’s soaked cunt. The moment the latch clicks, Gia rims her, tongue flicking tight circles until Anna’s ass lifts and she comes hard, fists clutching pillows. Gia peels her panties—drenched, clinging—and crawls up, planting her dripping pussy on Anna’s open mouth. She rocks until her hips jerk and heat spills down Anna’s chin. Still pulsing, Gia straddles her again, tribbing fast, slick lips grinding until both women seize together, swearing through clenched teeth.