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Audrey’s eyelash brushes against her cheek as she blinks heavy, the touch of it makes her shiver, their chests pressed together, her chests heaves pressing further into hers as Markie’s finger drags up her shirt, touching the soft skin of her stomach.
Markie can’t help but get closer more skin, more touch. Her jean clad thigh presses in between Audrey’s naked thighs, her skirt raising just that tantalizing bit higher. She bites her own lip, feels blood rise to the skin.
She barely notices the taste of blood on her own tongue as she watches the way her own finger touches Audrey, her skin is so warm, warmer than the room around them, almost feverish.
Her finger moves leisurely down until her finger tip touches her high waisted black skirt. Audrey’s arm comes up and around her shoulder encouraging touch, one that says she wants her closer, close enough until that’s all that’s left. Them.
It’s easy to slip her hand past the elastic-band of her skirt, easier to slip past the boundary of her underwear, Audrey gives a preemptive little movement of her hips and a sigh of yes through her teeth.
Audrey’s mouth moves from her cheek to her ear, biting fleetingly at her pierced earlobe, a small please leaving her painted lips when she’s there.
Her finger meets soft hair, than she feels the wetness and it zings up her spine that she’s the reason, Markie’s mouth on her mouth, her tongue meeting hers, her thigh pressing between hers. Markie shifts closer feeling the way her boxers stick to her, kisses Audrey’s cheek, her finger finds her clit, and stays, for only a moment, before she’s finding a rhythm.
Audrey’s chest freezes than expands all at once, a small moan coming out breathy. Audrey’s boobs are framed perfectly her shirt pushing them together, the lace of her bra showing just on the edges, and that’s what she watches as she works her finger, it grows smoother as she works. Her free hand comes up and under her shirt to touch, touch her bra, her nipple presses into the palm of her hand and Audrey moans louder. She finds her nipple with her fingers and pinches and releases, Audrey grows wetter, it has to be dripping onto her thighs, on to Markie's own jeans.
Markie has to stop watching herself work, and instead pushes her face into her neck, pressing biting kisses to the skin, nipping the blood from her own lip flavouring her kisses.
Audrey starts moving with her, her hips falling into rhythm and Markie might cum in her pants without a hand on her, just from the way that Audrey’s panting, and leaning into her more instead of the wall behind her, and her wrist is aching but all she can think about is how her skin tastes with sweat, she drags her nose up her neck until comes to her jawline and bites lightly at the skin.
And that’s when the arm around her tightens and the hand on her tit drags just right on her nipple through the fabric of her bra and she cums, and head tips back, long red hair falling down her shoulders, and she sighs with Markie’s name on her lips, smudged and purple glossy down her chin. When Markie looks she can see purple on her neck from it transferring from Audrey’s perfectly painted ones to Markie’s to her neck.
Audrey looks at her, her hand finds her wrist, than drags out of her lace panties and the wetness of her fingers dragging up her stomach, and Audrey looks at her kisses the palm of her hand, than gracefully falls to her knees.