Super Girls

April O'Neil runs a spa but Comic-Con's her real jam, and you won't guess who she keeps waiting on every session. Same deal with Dillion Harper, who nearly chokes on her gum when she sees the familiar yellow coat hanging in the locker. One coy request later, April's still dressed like the girl-next-door reporter, and she's slicking warm oil over Dillion's round tits and sun-bright ass. Hands get bolder, breaths hitch, and the whole vibe shifts into that playful "what if" game fans only admit out loud at closing time. They trade goofy hero-pose kisses, lick nipples still shiny with lotion, but neither stops there. April hops on, trench coat flapping, rides the momentum till she's got Dillion writhing and moaning while that hot tongue works in and out of her freshly shaved slit.