Party!

Sonya has spent the whole night teasing the woman behind the decks. One song bleeds into the next, her hips rolling just for Cassy, eyes locked, skirt riding higher with every pass. When the last track fades and the lights come up, Sonya presses in close and drags the DJ’s hand between her thighs. Cassy doesn’t hesitate. She drops to her knees on the sticky floor, pushes Sonya back against the turntables, and drags her tongue straight across that swollen clit. Sonya’s blond hair spills over the mixer, big tits heaving as Cassy works her open—slow, wet circles, then firm, hungry flicks. The brunette keeps her there until Sonya’s voice cracks and her legs shake, every pulse of pleasure loud in the empty club.