Peeping Jane

Jennifer stumbles in after that killer flight, wiped out and grimy, so she hops in the shower to rinse off the airport funk. In strolls Adriana Chechik, peeking like a sly minx at the steamy view of Jennifer's bare skin. Damn, she's thrilled—heart racing at the sight of those juicy curves begging to be grabbed. She wastes no time, stepping up to squeeze them tight with her teasing fingers. Jennifer jumps a bit, hearing the hotel comped her a massage, but holy shit, when Adriana's hands slide over her plump ass cheeks? That velvet-soft stroke melts her right into a hazy, blissed-out fog. Adriana doesn't stop there; she kneels down, working Jennifer's tired feet with those magic hands, rubbing arches and toes until they tingle. Then, bam—Adriana peels off her shirt, letting her own assets bounce free, and dives in to knead Jennifer's perky tits, thumbs circling nipples that harden like diamonds. Finally, she hits the jackpot, fingers tracing down to that dripping, tasty pussy Jennifer's been dying to have unleashed. All the while, Jennifer's been secretly craving this exact explosion. Adriana dives in deep, sucking that soft, wet slit while fingering it just right, pumping and swirling until Jennifer shatters in waves of pure, hoped-for ecstasy—totally satisfied, grinning like she won the jackpot.