She wasn’t supposed to be doing this here. Panties pooled at her ankles, blonde hair messy from pulling herself down onto that other girl’s tongue. The couch cushions muffle every gasp as she grinds deeper, thighs quivering. One hand braced against the armrest like she might get caught any second—then shoves harder when no one stops her. Juice dripping down chins, both of them lost in it until someone clears their throat behind the curtain...
