Fashion House #01

India shoved Prinzzess over the edge. Prinzzess slammed the door hard enough to rattle the frame and left. Nicole went after her. Outside, Shay watched from her car, eyes sharp, tracking every curve. The moment Nicole reached the curb Shay stepped out, cornered her in the alley behind the studio. One palm against the brick, the other already working Nicole’s blouse buttons free. Fabric slipped. Nicole’s tits spilled into cool night air, nipples tight from more than cold. Shay’s mouth found one, sucked hard, teeth grazing. Nicole gasped, hips pushing forward. Shay lifted her skirt, fingers sliding under lace, finding slick heat. Two strokes and Nicole was wet enough to drip down her thigh. Shay spun her, pressed her face to the brick, yanked the thong aside and drove two fingers deep. Nicole moaned loud, thighs shaking. Shay worked her open with short, brutal strokes until Nicole’s knees buckled. Then Shay dropped, tongue replacing fingers, licking, sucking, owning every wet inch while Nicole came hard against the wall, knees spread, clothes hanging loose, breathing like she’d run for miles.