Matt Holder
Reena Sky struts in for a last-minute massage, and damn, she's thrilled Aspen Rae squeezes her in. Aspen sets up the room just right, then throws on a slinky kimono that barely hides her lacy lingerie underneath. Reena strips down behind the divider, hops on the table, and spills that she's hitched to her high school sweetheart. Back then, it felt like the move. Aspen smirks, rephrasing it: sounds like you're trapped in that marriage 'cause you tied the knot before you could play the field. Reena catches the vibe—does she mean fooling around with a chick? Hell, she wouldn't even know where to begin. Aspen grins wider. It just kinda flows if you let it, babe. She shrugs off her robe, and Reena's eyes bug out—what's that about? Aspen laughs it off: just keeping the oil off it, no biggie. All the while, Aspen's dropping hints about girl-on-girl action, seeding those naughty thoughts in Reena's head like a sly gardener. Then she dives in with a slow, teasing massage that screams her intentions loud and clear. Reena's tingling, feeling the heat. But bam—A Aspen cuts it short and boots her out. Reena's all what the fuck? She calls her on the flirting, and Aspen owns it: yeah, you're hot as hell. Fine, let's experiment. Aspen delivers, schooling Reena on every trick to licking pussy proper. Reena takes to it like a pro, giving and getting with total dyke flair. They grab each other tight, gasping and groaning, Reena slurping on Aspen's flawless nipples and rimming her ass till she blows. Reena's cheeks jiggle as she grinds down on Aspen's ripped frame, scissoring those wet pussies till they both shatter in a synced-up, sticky bliss.
Reena Sky struts in for a last-minute massage, and damn, she's thrilled Aspen Rae squeezes her in. Aspen sets up the room just right, then throws on a slinky kimono that barely hides her lacy lingerie underneath. Reena strips down behind the divider, hops on the table, and spills that she's hitched to her high school sweetheart. Back then, it felt like the move. Aspen smirks, rephrasing it: sounds like you're trapped in that marriage 'cause you tied the knot before you could play the field. Reena catches the vibe—does she mean fooling around with a chick? Hell, she wouldn't even know where to begin. Aspen grins wider. It just kinda flows if you let it, babe. She shrugs off her robe, and Reena's eyes bug out—what's that about? Aspen laughs it off: just keeping the oil off it, no biggie. All the while, Aspen's dropping hints about girl-on-girl action, seeding those naughty thoughts in Reena's head like a sly gardener. Then she dives in with a slow, teasing massage that screams her intentions loud and clear. Reena's tingling, feeling the heat. But bam—A Aspen cuts it short and boots her out. Reena's all what the fuck? She calls her on the flirting, and Aspen owns it: yeah, you're hot as hell. Fine, let's experiment. Aspen delivers, schooling Reena on every trick to licking pussy proper. Reena takes to it like a pro, giving and getting with total dyke flair. They grab each other tight, gasping and groaning, Reena slurping on Aspen's flawless nipples and rimming her ass till she blows. Reena's cheeks jiggle as she grinds down on Aspen's ripped frame, scissoring those wet pussies till they both shatter in a synced-up, sticky bliss.