In Need of Assistance
2016·27 min·97% liked·44.3K Views
Abella’s glute locked up on mile three. She hobbled into the studio, ass knotted tighter than barbed wire. Chanel gave the muscle a clinical squeeze, then called for Reena without breaking the grip. Four hands dug deep into the meaty cheeks—hard circular rolls, thumb scoops, the controlled violence that releases a cramp. The pain stayed stuck. Chanel’s smile thinned. “We do the other treatment, then,” she said, already unzipping. Clothes hit tile. Reena mounted Abella’s lower back, straddled the bruise, and slid her bare slit along the swollen cheek. Chanel cupped Abella’s tits from above, squeezing the nipples in small punitive twists. Abella’s breath sharpened. Reena dropped to her belly, spread the client’s legs, and locked her mouth over the wet cunt in one greedy seal. Two fingers sank inside, knuckle-deep and rutting. Abella arched, caught Reena’s hips, dragged the girl backward until the assistant’s own pussy sat on her tongue. Reena moaned straight into Abella’s hole; Chanel kept kneading the breasts and feeding on every gasp that rattled free. They rode the rhythm until the knot in Abella’s ass had nothing left but heat.













