Silver-haired and tattooed, the first blonde pins the younger one against the bar, her thick thighs squeezing as she grinds between them. Tits press together, nipples hard, while fingers dig into soft flesh. The second blonde watches, licking her lips before stepping in, her hands sliding up the younger one’s back. One pushes the younger against the wall, kissing her throat while the other drops to her knees, her mouth hot and insistent. Wet sounds mix with gasps as the crowd watches, some joining in, others too drunk to care. The air smells like sweat and perfume, the bass thumping in time with their bodies.
