Her jacket fell to the floor, leaving only an old shirt that had turned into little more than a halter top. Very few of her clothes covered much anymore. This was actually among her more modest selection, since it went most of the way to covering her cleavage. Before her latest fill anyway. Now, she had a new party trick.
“Ready?” Jess said, then arched her back and breathed in deep. The shirt snapped up over her nipples, baring the fishnet top she’d decided on. Cords ran across her belly and chest, biting just enough to mark her.
“That’s so fucking hot,” Monica snarled, and lifted her up, catching a nipple between her teeth. Jess grabbed at her hair, moaning deep when her long tongue came out to swipe against her piercing.
Down below, Monica had squirmed her way out of her shorts, cock rising up to bulge out Jess’s skirt. Its thick shift brushed her naked lips, stealing a breathy moan from the blonde. They’d only just gotten into her room, the door wide open for all to see their sordid tryst in action. A perfectly placed mirror provided an extra angle for their viewing pleasure.