No More Boyfriends - S1:E10

Chloe Temple watched from the shadows while Lily flirted across the bar, some clown with too-white teeth leaned in too close. Chloe’s blood boiled. By the time Lily set down her empty glass, Chloe had crossed the room. She didn’t ask. She grabbed Lily’s wrist and dragged her into the restroom, bolted the door, then pinned Lily against cold tile. Lily’s breath hitched. Their lips crashed. Chloe kissed like she planned to bruise, one hand sliding under Lily’s skirt, fingers hooking panties aside. The other ripped Lily’s top open. Breasts spilled out; Chloe’s mouth closed hard around one nipple, biting just enough to make Lily gasp. Two fingers thrust in deep, soaked in seconds. Lily’s hips bucked. Chloe pumped harder, heel of her palm grinding against Lily’s swollen clit, leather heel tapping the floor in time with each thrust. She finger-fucked Lily until the slick sounds echoed against porcelain, Lily’s pussy clenching around her knuckles like she wanted to pull Chloe’s hand inside. When Lily came she bit her own wrist to stay quiet. Chloe eased the fingers free, glistening, then licked them clean, eyes locked on Lily’s. “Come home, baby,” she said, voice low. “Or I keep you right here until the bar closes.”