Inked Pink - Payton Preslee & Vanessa Vega

Vanessa Vega's walking down the street when Payton Preslee bumps into her. Payton's apartment hunting and Vanessa lives right nearby. "Some units just opened up in my building," Vanessa says with a smirk, "wanna come see mine?" Payton lights up and they head over. The second they step inside, Payton's hooked on the place. Vanessa says she'll get Payton the building manager's number. Payton figures words aren't enough. She needs to show real appreciation. She shoves Vanessa against the wall and drops to her knees. Grabs Vanessa's shorts and yanks them down, nose in the crease before she can even moan. Her tongue pushes straight between Vanessa's lips—wet, hot, sloppy. Vanessa grabs Payton's hair and grinds down, using her face like she owns it. Payton slurps loud, fingers sliding up, sinking two inside without asking. Vanessa fucks herself back on them, thighs flexing, breath getting ragged. They hit the couch next. Payton spreads her open, stuffs three fingers deep while licking circles around her clit, flicking hard then soft till Vanessa's cursing. "Fuck, don't stop—keep that tongue right fucking there." Payton doesn't. She curls her fingers just right, finds the spot that makes Vanessa jerk and leak over her knuckles. Vanessa flips the script. Yanks Payton's tits out, sucks one nipple, teeth grazing till it stiffens between her lips. Hand sliding straight into Payton's panties, two fingers pounding in while her thumb works the clit. Payton's hips buck up, groaning, soaking the couch. Vanessa pulls her fingers out, sucks them clean, shoves them right back in, grinning the whole time. They trade off—Payton eating Vanessa from behind on the couch arm, Vanessa riding Payton's face on the floor, legs shaking. Both of them talking dirty, moaning loud, wet sounds echoing off the walls. By the time they're done, they're sweaty, breathless, clothes everywhere, the couch a mess, the building manager's number the last thing on either of their minds.