Ivy's Seduction Of Nina

Club Filly is dripping with easy pick-ups and Ivy Jones knows it cold. She spots Nina North across the floor, eyes locked. Nina looks back over her shoulder and sends the perfect signal. Moments later they’re grinding on the dance floor, bodies slick, music thumping low in their chests. Hands slip under skirts, clothes peel away right there among the crowd. Ivy spreads Nina first, tongue dragging hot over her soaked slit, hungry and loud. Nina tugs Ivy’s hips down next, eats like she’s starved, lapping wet and messy. They shift into trib, clits grinding slick-on-slick, breathing hard, thighs shaking. Moans, laughs, sticky skin slapping. They finish riding it out, hips jerking through the good kind of trouble while the bass rolls on.