Inappropriate Assist

Jenna Sativa and Maddy O'Reilly are sweating it out in the living room, pumping through workouts and loosening up with stretches. Jenna hits the floor, flat on her back, and calls Maddy over to yank her up by the waist. But Maddy's hands slip—bam, she grabs a fistful of Jenna's pussy instead. Jenna tumbles down hard, tweaking her back with a sharp jolt. Maddy's gut twists with guilt, so she dives in, kneading Jenna's shoulder while whispering, 'You okay?' Jenna winces and begs to lie back down—the pain's no joke. Maddy keeps rubbing that shoulder, mumbling sorry after sorry. She confesses she crossed a line, got all mixed up thinking Jenna might actually dig her. Jenna admits, yeah, she's kinda sore down there for real. Maddy's eyes light up—her gut feeling nailed it. She slides her hands to Jenna's lower back, working out the knots slow and firm, until Jenna purrs, 'Lower, please.' Maddy obliges, digging into that plump ass and the tops of her thighs. Jenna lets out a throaty moan—sore as hell, but damn, it hits just right. 'Feeling better?' Maddy asks, all hopeful. Jenna flips over with a sly grin: 'Soon as you massage my pussy.' Maddy blinks, thrown, but Jenna grabs her hand and guides it straight to her slick folds. Maddy follows orders, fingers teasing and stroking as Jenna arches into it, loving every second. Then their lips crash together in a hungry kiss—looks like the real workout's firing up now. Clothes fly off in a frenzy. They dive in deep, tongues lapping at each other's dripping pussies and tight asses, devouring every inch. They lock into a steamy 69, grinding and sucking until they explode, cumming hard right into each other's eager mouths. Hell yeah, time to schedule another session—one that'll stick in their minds forever.