Irresistible Outfit

Sarah Arabic had good intentions—until Arabelle Raphael showed up in that skin-tight courier get-up. One glance at the way the fabric hugged Arabelle’s big, natural tits and Sarah’s support turned into a string of bogus package requests. Arabelle kept pedaling over, but eventually she parked her bike, stripped off her helmet, and asked what the hell was going on. When Sarah confessed she just wanted another peek at the outfit—and what was underneath—Arabelle laughed, leaned in, and gave her a long, deep kiss. A heartbeat later the zipper was sliding down, the cycling shorts peeled off, and Arabelle’s tongue met Sarah’s again while their hands roamed. They fell onto the couch in a 69 tangle; Sarah’s brunette hair brushed Arabelle’s thighs as fingers slipped between slick folds, teasing until the room echoed with wet, hungry sounds.