Ready to party? - part 2.

Two girls slipped into the night like trouble looking for a good time. The blonde one had that ripe, full-chested look that made every head turn. The black-haired one moved like a cat, lean and hungry, all mischief in her smile. They circled each other in the dim bar, hips brushing, eyes locked. The blonde leaned close, whispering something filthy. The raven-haired girl answered with a slow kiss, tongue flicking out, wet and deliberate. They tasted each other slowly at first, then harder, teeth scraping. Hands roamed without shame. The blonde’s heavy tits spilled into her friend’s palms, nipples tight and flushed. The dark-haired girl pressed a thigh between the blonde’s legs and rocked there until her breath hitched. No one else in the room existed. They fed off the heat, grinding in slow circles, mouths open, panting against each other’s lips. It was clear they weren’t leaving with anyone else tonight.