Post-Cycling Bun Rub

Lyla and Jackie just rolled in from a killer bike ride, both rocking those tight cycling outfits that hug every curve just right. Lyla's whining about her sore ass from the damn seat, and Jackie, with that sly grin, jumps in: 'Hop on the couch, babe—I'll work those glutes for you.' Lyla's all in, no hesitation. They start slow, Jackie's hands kneading deep into Lyla's firm cheeks, thumbs digging in with just the right pressure, turning the room electric. But shit heats up fast—Jackie yanks down those shorts, exposing Lyla's bare, smooth ass, and dives right in, massaging skin-on-skin. Lyla's moaning already, and Jackie doesn't hold back, spreading those cheeks to rim her tight hole, tongue swirling like she's claiming territory. Fingers slide in next, probing deep, curling to hit that spot that makes Lyla buck and gasp. No stopping now—these two horny riders flip the script, going full throttle with sensual fucking, Jackie's strap-on plunging in while she keeps the ass-play going, fingers teasing and filling Lyla's backdoor in a rhythm that's pure, cocky bliss.