Hrm. Dax waited until Loran was entirely inside the shower before stepping forward, closing the distance between them in one step. She looped her arms around, fingers lacing against the small of Loran's back, barely an inch above the curve of her ass. Their breasts squished together, nipples grinding against each other, lubricated by the hot water so diligently spraying from the head. Her eyes narrowed, lips spreading apart, and she kissed Loran without hesitating, tongue driving forward to slip between the woman's lips, to coil around her oral muscle. Her breath was hot, chest heaving at the contact, electric sparks of pleasure shooting along her skin. Both of her hands slid down, taking each of Loran's fat ass cheeks between her digits, squeezing, kneading and tugging them apart repeatedly, back and forth, as the kiss deepened.<br/><br/>They were both whores, in their own way. There was no time for being subtle.<br/><br/>"Never said nothin' 'bout JUST takin' a shower, yah idiot." She whispered, almost breathlessly, against Loran's lips. "Yah know yer body's achin' like mine is."<br/><br/>She bit down on Loran's bottom lip, tugging it back, playfully, and then diving right to her cheek, jaw and then neck, biting down, hard enough that her friend would feel it. A rumbling moan was muffled against Loran's skin, but even then, it was hard to miss.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>