Party chicks

Behind that roped-off velvet curtain the lights are dim, the music muffled. Two blondes slip in, drop their tiny purses, and the games begin. Stockings whisper against bare thighs as they drift closer on the glossy leather couch. One girl stretches out, the other kneels between her knees. She peels lace aside with her teeth, tongues gliding, tasting, circling. Fingers follow—slow, then insistent—pushing deep. Their hips rock, breath sharpens, stockings sliding over smooth skin until every inch is slick with need.