Dancefloor delights

The lights start to die but the two girls won't quit. They press close on the emptying floor, hips grinding, hands sliding over bare skin. Sweat gleams on their shoulders. Doris watches Larissa’s mouth part in a little moan and something inside her snaps. She pushes the blonde against the nearest table, drops to one knee, and drives three fingers straight into her soaked cunt. Larissa gasps, grabs Doris’s wrist, and pushes it deeper until the whole hand disappears. Knuckles stretch her open; her thighs shake. Doris twists, curls, pumps, and Larissa comes hard—tight, loud, and shaking from head to toe while the last song fades out.