Barrett Blade
Saints and Sinners Scene 6
Tits Scene 4
Trash Talk Scene 2
Zoey's still half-asleep when her husband springs the surprise: couple's massage booked for today. She rolls with it. They show up, receptionist hands them keys, tells them rooms are separate. Zoey's stomach drops. She watches Eric disappear down the hall with his girl and forces a smile. Then Ella Nova steps out, towel wrapped low, bright grin that says she's done this before. In the private NURU suite Ella peels Zoey's clothes off slow while Zoey stares at the door, picturing her man under another pair of hands. Ella leans in, murmurs that focusing on the present always turns out better for everyone, especially if Eric later thinks his wife spent the afternoon scissoring a woman. The idea sticks. Zoey grins, hooks her fingers in Ella's thong, drags it down her thighs. Under the warm showerhead Zoey lets Ella soap her, then she presses in close, answers the kiss, palms Ella's slick ass hard. They barely dry off before Ella drops to her knees and eats Zoey on the ledge of the tub, tongue flicking deep. First time another woman's mouth has been there and Zoey grips the tile like it owes her money. Gel time. Ella drizzles the thick NURU lube from Zoey's collarbone to the crease of her ass, working it into every fold. She climbs on, slides her tits down Zoey's back, lets her oiled pussy ride that curve until she reaches her target. Tongue replaces fingers on Zoey's clit and she comes loud, thighs locked around Ella's head. Gasping, Zoey returns the favor, drinks her down. Ella lines them up, legs scissored tight, and they grind until slick skin slaps wet skin and both of them shake apart, arms tangled, breathing like they just ran laps.
Zoey's still half-asleep when her husband springs the surprise: couple's massage booked for today. She rolls with it. They show up, receptionist hands them keys, tells them rooms are separate. Zoey's stomach drops. She watches Eric disappear down the hall with his girl and forces a smile. Then Ella Nova steps out, towel wrapped low, bright grin that says she's done this before. In the private NURU suite Ella peels Zoey's clothes off slow while Zoey stares at the door, picturing her man under another pair of hands. Ella leans in, murmurs that focusing on the present always turns out better for everyone, especially if Eric later thinks his wife spent the afternoon scissoring a woman. The idea sticks. Zoey grins, hooks her fingers in Ella's thong, drags it down her thighs. Under the warm showerhead Zoey lets Ella soap her, then she presses in close, answers the kiss, palms Ella's slick ass hard. They barely dry off before Ella drops to her knees and eats Zoey on the ledge of the tub, tongue flicking deep. First time another woman's mouth has been there and Zoey grips the tile like it owes her money. Gel time. Ella drizzles the thick NURU lube from Zoey's collarbone to the crease of her ass, working it into every fold. She climbs on, slides her tits down Zoey's back, lets her oiled pussy ride that curve until she reaches her target. Tongue replaces fingers on Zoey's clit and she comes loud, thighs locked around Ella's head. Gasping, Zoey returns the favor, drinks her down. Ella lines them up, legs scissored tight, and they grind until slick skin slaps wet skin and both of them shake apart, arms tangled, breathing like they just ran laps.