Licking Lily

Lily's fingers hooked the thin strap of Braylin's dress and yanked it down hard. Fabric snapped over her breasts, nipples already tight, dark. Lily leaned in and bit one—teeth sank just enough to make Braylin jerk and moan into the soft light. Braylin dragged Lily closer by the hips, shoved a knee between her thighs. Wet heat soaked straight through denim. She ground her up, knuckles white on Lily's ass. Lily answered by sliding two fingers past the ruined dress, finding heat slick and ready. She fucked Braylin slow at first, then meaner, thumb rubbing hard circles till Braylin's breath tore ragged. Braylin spun them both, pinned Lily to the wall, slipped inside her with a single push. Lily's head cracked back, mouth open. The slap of skin hit loud. Every thrust sounded wetter than the last. Sweat slipped down Lily's spine, Braylin licked it off between her shoulder blades and bit down. Lily clenched around her fingers like she was trying to break them. They didn't kiss—they fought with teeth and tongues. Braylin came first, thighs shaking, mouth on Lily's neck like she meant to mark it. Lily followed seconds later, cunt pulsing, nails tearing red lines across Braylin's back. The two of them stayed locked, breath sharp, bodies still grinding lazy like they couldn't stop even if they wanted to.