The Softball Player

Ayumi's out there crushing her softball practice when bam—she takes a nasty tumble and tweaks something bad. No way she's letting that slide; she dials up her blonde bombshell buddy Jessa Rhodes for a steamy massage fix. Jessa? Oh, she remembers Ayumi like it was yesterday—that smoking hot body still haunts her dreams. She doesn't hesitate, tells her to swing by right now. Jessa's eyes light up as she watches Ayumi peel off that cute pink uniform, every curve begging for attention. She lends a hand getting the girl settled on the table, all smooth and inviting. Hands gliding over every inch—shoulders, back, down those killer legs, lingering bold on her inner thighs. Ayumi's pulse races; what the hell's this heading to? Jessa flashes her killer lesbian grin, whispers she'll turn that ache into fireworks, promise. She dives in, kneading those perky tits until nipples perk right up. Then her tongue traces a wicked path south to that smooth shaved slit. Fingers slip inside Ayumi's tight pussy, working her magic in every angle—legs spread wide, on her side, ass up—pumping until she shatters in wild, ecstatic waves. Jessa climbs aboard next, planting her dripping wet pussy right on Ayumi's eager face. That tongue goes to town, devouring every fold while Jessa grinds for more. They flip it to a hot 69, mouths locked on throbbing pussies, tongues flicking and sucking in perfect sync. Moans echo loud, bodies bucking in that raw sapphic rush—pure, unfiltered ecstasy exploding between them.