Oil Spill

Blair Williams walks in like trouble on two legs. Abby Cross knows exactly what she’s here for. Blair strips down on the table, and the second that oil hits, everything else melts away. Their bodysuits cling, then slip, and they’re naked in seconds, slick skin pressed close. Oil runs in warm trails over their breasts, drips between their thighs, and neither of them pretends this is still about a massage. Abby spreads Blair open and dives in, tongue working deep, wet sounds filling the room. She pulls back, spits into Blair’s mouth, and Blair takes it without hesitation. Then Abby climbs over her, lowers her pussy onto Blair’s face, and grinds until she’s shaking. Blair doesn’t let up—she spreads Abby wider, licks harder, knows exactly where to push. Her own hunger builds fast. She lifts her hips, fingers her ass while Abby slams two fingers into her pussy, fucking her until she comes hard. They tangle together after that, legs locked, pussies sliding wet against each other in a steady, filthy rhythm that doesn’t stop until they’re both gasping.