
Whitney Wright and Zac Wild are cooling their heels between clients when Christie Stevens' name pops up. Zac practically levitates. He's nursed a massive crush on Christie forever and can't wait to get his hands on her. Whitney laughs in his face. "Gold-star lesbian, remember? She won't touch you with a ten-foot pole." She should know, she's tried herself. Zac gets that scheming look. He swears one mind-blowing fuck could flip Christie's switch, but he needs Whitney to lure her in. Whitney's not biting until he wagers his whole paycheck. Game on. She leans in while he spells out the play. Later, Whitney guides Christie onto the table and works her over slow, kneading every inch until Christie melts. That's when Whitney slips in her real move, sliding a hand somewhere far more personal and giving Christie's perfect tits a generous squeeze.
Whitney Wright and Zac Wild are cooling their heels between clients when Christie Stevens' name pops up. Zac practically levitates. He's nursed a massive crush on Christie forever and can't wait to get his hands on her. Whitney laughs in his face. "Gold-star lesbian, remember? She won't touch you with a ten-foot pole." She should know, she's tried herself. Zac gets that scheming look. He swears one mind-blowing fuck could flip Christie's switch, but he needs Whitney to lure her in. Whitney's not biting until he wagers his whole paycheck. Game on. She leans in while he spells out the play. Later, Whitney guides Christie onto the table and works her over slow, kneading every inch until Christie melts. That's when Whitney slips in her real move, sliding a hand somewhere far more personal and giving Christie's perfect tits a generous squeeze.