Inked Pink - GoGo Fukme & Yumi Sin

Construction dust still hung in the air when Yumi wiped her forearm across her cheek. GoGo's tank top clung to her breasts, two damp circles blooming under each armpit. Yumi watched a bead of sweat slide between them and knew what she wanted before the day even ended. "Hang out after this?" GoGo laughed, short and breathy. "Sure, after I shower. I reek." "No need." Yumi stepped closer, heat rolling off both of them. "We can take care of each other right here." GoGo's eyebrow lifted. "You serious?" Yumi answered by hooking GoGo's collar with two fingers and tugging. She sucked the hard nipple through the wet fabric, teeth scraping cotton. GoGo's breath caught. Yumi dropped to one knee, palms sliding up slick thighs, tongue tracing the crease where ass met leg. GoGo braced against the scaffold, hips tilting forward. Yumi buried her face, licking through swollen folds, tasting salt and work. Each slow stroke dragged a shaky sound out of GoGo. When GoGo's legs wobbled, Yumi stood and stripped. Sunlight cut across the site, glinting off her own sweat. She spread herself on a stack of plywood. GoGo didn't hesitate. She knelt, tongue diving in—slow then quick, fingers curling, until Yumi gripped her braids and cursed. Heat, grit, slick skin. Both of them aching, finally letting the tension snap.