Lesbian Glory Hole

Dylan walks into the stall and spots a perfect pussy pushed through the glory hole. Her hand moves on instinct, fingers tracing wet folds, circling the clit, slipping inside. On the other side, Felony grins. She yanks Dylan through by the hair, slams her face into the toilet water, holds her there until bubbles break the surface. When she drags her up, gasping, Felony's fingers are already knuckle-deep, pumping hard, twisting, stretching. Dylan comes with a choked cry, pussy clamping down, legs shaking. Felony doesn't stop. She hauls Dylan out back, straps her wrists to a filthy pipe, spreads her legs wide. Dirt streaks her thighs. Felony works two fingers into her ass, then three, then the thick strap-on follows, driving in raw and deep, pounding until Dylan squirts across the alley floor, body jerking, mouth open, begging without words.