Insomniac Part 1 - Carmen Caliente & Lola Fae

Penny flopped around in bed like she couldn't get comfortable if her life depended on it. Her eyes hit the ceiling and bounced right off. Boyfriend pipes up, demands to know where the fuck she disappears to all night, but she can't even tell him 'cause hell, she hasn't got a clue herself. He stares like she's lost her mind, then bolts, leaving her alone with the ache. Door slams. She yanks her shorts down, shoves two fingers straight into her slick cunt and starts pounding away until she bites the pillow and cums so hard her legs twitch. Still nothing. Eyes wide open. Clothes that barely cover shit go on, and she hits the street. She’s wandering like an idiot when Joanna Angel pops out of nowhere, asking for a light. Joanna clocks her right away—another half-dead insomniac. Says Penny’s dull little life just won’t cut it. Then she promises something that’ll knock her sideways and leads Penny straight into a place that looks like a dive but turns out to be anything but. Doorman Tommy looks them over, lets them pass. Inside, it’s wall-to-wall skin and cash. Penny clocks Lola Fae and Carmen Caliente making out like they’ve forgotten who’s watching. Suit guy Steve Holmes strolls up, drops cock like he’s serving dinner. The girls dive on it, spit dripping off his swollen head while they trade off cramming it down their throats and sucking his balls like it’s water in the desert. Penny’s glued to the sight, jaw basically on the floor. When Steve spreads Carmen and sinks inside, Penny reaches out, drags her fingers along Joanna’s thigh until they find hot, wet pussy. Joanna laughs, leans back, opens up and lets Penny’s fingers slide home—no hesitation, no turning back, only the promise of filthier things before sunrise.