Vacation Time

After a brutal day in court, Sierra Nicole's wiped out. She's got an early flight tomorrow, so why not melt away the stress with a steamy massage tonight? Lana Rhoades leads her to the room and hangs back, eyes glued as Sierra strips down. Lana giggles, loving every curve on display. She starts on Sierra's back, digging into those rock-hard knots like a pro. Sliding down to her legs, Lana strokes up and down, inching closer to that sweet ass with each pass—teasing the edges, building the heat. "Flip over for me," Lana says, and Sierra tosses the towel aside, baring those perfect tits without a hint of shyness. She's totally at ease with Lana's hands all over her. Lana works those legs, hands gliding up and down, brushing right against Sierra's pussy—light touches that make her squirm and sigh. Leaning in close, Lana hovers near her lips, breath hot, but pulls back just enough to drive her wild. Oh, Lana's got her hooked now, and she's diving in balls-deep. They crash into a hungry kiss, tongues tangling like they've been starving for it. Lana slicks her up with more oil and dives straight for that pussy, massaging it slow and deep while Sierra moans like a woman unleashed. Feeling bold, Lana hops onto the table, pinning her right where she wants her. She trails kisses down to Sierra's chest, swirling her tongue over those tits, then slips a finger into her mouth for a playful suck. Sprawled on top, they make out fiercer than ever, bodies grinding. Lana's fingers dance on Sierra's pussy, circling that clit until she shudders and cums hard, soaking everything. Not done yet—Lana slides down and devours that drenched pussy, lapping up every drop like it's the best damn treat. Now it's Sierra's turn to take charge. She drenches Lana's ass in oil, kneading it in deep, making her arch and groan. Lana swings a leg over and plants herself on Sierra's face, riding it hard and fast, face-fucking her with total abandon. They lock lips again, hands buried in each other's pussies, fingers thrusting and rubbing in sync. Then they grind together, legs intertwined, scissoring and tribbing until they both explode—cumming over and over, waves crashing non-stop. Panting, Sierra grins and asks if she can squeeze in one more session before her flight. Hell yeah, looks like they'll be cumming together again come morning—banging out the send-off in style.