Hardworking girls need a break!

Publicist Elexis Monroe grabs her star client Vanessa Veracruz by the throat. Their mouths crash. Tongues wrestle deep. Elexis tastes lipstick and hunger. They tear at silk and lace until skin meets skin. Vanessa’s thighs part. Elexis presses two fingers inside and pumps slow, obscene. Wet sounds fill the hotel suite. Vanessa answers by slipping her own hand between Elexis’s legs, thumb circling the tight bud of her clit. Legs interlock. Faces bury. Tongues lap at swollen flesh while fingers slide back into slick heat. Each woman moans into cunt. The rhythm speeds. Slaps echo. Hips buck. Sweat beads on breasts, runs down trembling bellies. They lick and finger like they need each other to breathe. Vanessa comes first, hips stuttering, a guttural cry escaping around Elexis’s tongue. Elexis follows a heartbeat later, cunt pulsing against Vanessa’s mouth, thighs clamped tight around her head. The room smells like sex and perfume. Neither lets go.