MIssy Martinez and Jenna Ashley hide from the cops

Missy Martinez pulled Jenna Ashley down onto the motel sheets. Both women knew the dirty cop would eventually knock, but not yet. Jenna spread her legs and Missy pressed between them, mouth open against her cunt, tasting salt and heat. Their hips rolled, slow at first, building a rhythm that made the cheap bed creak. Missy slid two fingers inside Jenna, curling them, and Jenna bit down on her own wrist to stay quiet. The muscles in her thighs jumped each time Missy sucked her clit. Sweat gathered between their breasts; every slap of skin sounded too loud. Missy came grinding against Jenna’s thigh, breath hot on her neck, and Jenna followed seconds later, nails digging crescents into Missy’s back.