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Lexi Luna struts back in wearing lace that barely holds those heavy tits. Reagan Foxx stands there clutching the birthday card like it might bite, cheeks burning while her brain tries to catch up. Her husband gave her the green light for a night with Lexi, and Ken’s already settling into the armchair, smiling like a cat with cream. Lexi doesn’t waste a second. She presses close, lips brushing Reagan’s ear, fingers sliding under the hem of her dress. Reagan’s breath hitches when those fingers find her already wet, circling, teasing, then pushing inside with slow, steady strokes. They sink onto the couch, clothes dropping fast, tits spilling free, nipples stiff. Lexi swings around, swinging one long leg over Reagan’s head, and suddenly they’re locked in a sixty-nine, tongues flicking, hips rocking, moans bouncing off the walls. Ken watches every wet sound, every grind, every time Reagan’s mouth gets greedy. Reagan comes first, thighs shaking around Lexi’s face, then returns the favor until Lexi’s hips buck hard. All three of them end up grinning, bodies still humming, the balloons floating forgotten above the couch.
Lexi Luna struts back in wearing lace that barely holds those heavy tits. Reagan Foxx stands there clutching the birthday card like it might bite, cheeks burning while her brain tries to catch up. Her husband gave her the green light for a night with Lexi, and Ken’s already settling into the armchair, smiling like a cat with cream. Lexi doesn’t waste a second. She presses close, lips brushing Reagan’s ear, fingers sliding under the hem of her dress. Reagan’s breath hitches when those fingers find her already wet, circling, teasing, then pushing inside with slow, steady strokes. They sink onto the couch, clothes dropping fast, tits spilling free, nipples stiff. Lexi swings around, swinging one long leg over Reagan’s head, and suddenly they’re locked in a sixty-nine, tongues flicking, hips rocking, moans bouncing off the walls. Ken watches every wet sound, every grind, every time Reagan’s mouth gets greedy. Reagan comes first, thighs shaking around Lexi’s face, then returns the favor until Lexi’s hips buck hard. All three of them end up grinning, bodies still humming, the balloons floating forgotten above the couch.