Bombshell Blondes 3

Tiffany grabbed Lana by the hips and shoved her against the bar. Cheap neon buzzed overhead while their mouths crashed together, teeth clicking. Lana's top rode up when she hoisted onto the counter, thighs spreading. Tiffany's fingers dragged down the zipper of Lana's jeans and slipped inside, slick heat meeting knuckles before she even had the denim past her knees. Lana yanked her own shirt overhead, nipples already hard, then shoved two fingers between her teeth to keep from moaning loud enough to bring the staff running. Tiffany sucked one peak, tongue flicking quick, hand pumping steady, knuckles glistening every time they slid back out. Lana's free hand clawed red lines down Tiffany's back, then pushed lower until she could fingerfuck her in return. Sweat ran between them. Breaths mixed, sharp and short. Neither girl slowed. They just chased each other's edge harder, hips jerking in sync against cramped wood and smudged glass, the rest of the bar forgotten like shadows in another city.