Seeking Shelter

Ashley Adams is sprawled out, laptop blasting GirlsWay scenes, fingers diving deep into her perfect, slick pussy. She's lost in it, moaning softly, when—knock knock—Milana Ricci interrupts at the door. Ashley flings it open, eyes devouring Milana's curves, and yanks her inside like she's the hottest snack. Milana stammers that her car craps out, begs for help. Ashley grins, all cocky. 'Lucky you, babe—I got roadside assistance on speed dial. I'll call 'em.' But here's the kicker: they might drag their asses for a couple hours. Milana blinks—hours? Ashley's scheming, hell-bent on stretching this out, her seduction game on full throttle, hips swaying, lips parting invitingly. Milana pumps the brakes: 'Whoa, slow your roll. You fixing my ride or just chasing tail?' Ashley smirks, plays it smooth. 'How about a massage? You've been driving all day—bet that back's screaming.' Milana admits yeah, it aches, but swears it's just a rubdown, nothing more. Ashley nods, all innocent, but the second they're alone, her hand snakes straight to Milana's crotch, rubbing that heat through the fabric. Persistent as hell, Ashley doesn't quit, and soon Milana's melting under those skilled hands roaming everywhere—tits, ass, thighs. Guess she got the full-service assist she didn't know she needed.