Inked Pink - Lily Lane & Lydia Black

Lydia's just trying to pee when Lily storms in and slams the door. Sorry, she blurts, my ex showed up. Lydia smirks, rolls her eyes, gives her name. They start chatting. Lily says her name and Lydia's grin goes wicked. "Wait, THE Lily Lane? I got your art all over my walls." Lily laughs, they keep talking, and the energy shifts fast. Compliments get dirtier. Eyes drop lower. Lily's back hits the sink, Lydia steps in, and their mouths crash together hard. Hands everywhere. Tight asses grabbed, tits squeezed through thin shirts, tongues sliding deep while they grind on each other like the party doesn't even exist.