Bar babes

Two girls sit at a bar after closing. Alexa leans back on a bar stool, blonde hair falling over bare shoulders, while Christina stands close enough that their thighs touch. Lace lingerie clings to both of them—black on Alexa, deep red on Christina. They’ve kicked off their heels; stockings stay on, toes brushing the brass foot rail. Christina reaches over and tugs the strap of Alexa’s bra down. It slips, a nipple catches the light. Alexa doesn’t fix it. Instead she parts her knees and lets Christina step between them, hands sliding up the outside of those sheer stockings until thumbs hook into the waistband and pull. Fabric whispers down Alexa’s hips. They don’t speak. Christina dips her head and takes the exposed nipple in her mouth, sucking slow, the sound wet and sharp in the empty room. Alexa’s fingers knot in dark hair, guiding her lower. Christina drops to her knees on the hard floor, parts Alexa’s thighs wider, and drags her tongue straight up the center of her cunt—once, twice—before sealing her mouth over the clit and sucking there too. Alexa’s hips jerk forward. Christina answers by sliding two fingers inside, curling them until Alexa’s breath hitches. The blonde’s heel knocks an empty glass; it rolls, forgotten. She comes quick, thighs tightening around Christina’s ears, a low moan cutting through the quiet bar. Christina rises, mouth shiny, and leans in for a kiss that tastes like both of them. Alexa’s hand slips between the brunette’s legs, finds her already wet through the red lace. Two fingers push the fabric aside and sink in deep. Christina rocks against the bar, knuckles white on the edge, while Alexa fucks her steady and deep until her legs shake and she bites down on Alexa’s shoulder to stay quiet. They stay close afterward, breathing hard, lingerie twisted, skin flushed under the low bar lights. The night has only just started.