No One Here But Lust

Freya Parker and Vanna Bardot slam together, hardly room to breathe let alone move. Vanna's hand slides up Freya's shirt, fingers hooking under lace, yanking her bra up. Freya's nipple hardens, flushed from a wanton mouth closing around it, teeth nipping, tugging skin and sound from them both. Vanna shoves a knee between Freya's thighs; Freya grinds hard against denim, breath knocked out, clit already swollen, wet, aching. Hands tear buttons, drag jeans low. Vanna's tongue finds the slick between Freya's legs, licks her open, laps until Freya's nails scrape the concrete. Freya grips Vanna's hair, pulling tight, hips bucking, cunt clenching around nothing and then everything when two fingers slide in, fucking her in sharp, quick strokes. Juice runs down Vanna's wrist. Vanna sucks her clit hard, throbs her fingers just right, drags orgasm straight out, fast and messy. Barely moving, nowhere private, both catch breath and already drag each other deeper, again, soaked with sweat and raw want.