Today's Special

Hailey and Tori are grabbing lunch when the foot game under the table heats up. Their waitress, Zariah, clocks it and serves up her own kind of competition. One quick spill later, Hailey’s shirt’s soaked and Zariah’s ushering her out the back. The moment they’re alone Zariah strips off the wet fabric, slips two fingers between Hailey’s thighs, and fucks her fast and sneaky right against the wall—enough noise to drown in, not enough to alert the whole room. Tori gets tired of waiting, wanders off, and walks in just in time to see Hailey’s legs shaking. Instead of drama, Tori feels heat rush south, unzips, and adds her mouth to the mix. Three bodies cram into the tight space, moans mixing with the scrape of heels on tile, clothes tugged, hands roaming. Nobody leaves dry.