Rose Red Tyrell & Tiffany Kohl

Rose Red, an athletic trainer, shows intern Tiffany Kohl how to treat injured clients. Jason Brown walks in for rehab and their hands move over his body with intention. He sees them and stiffens beneath the sheet. Rose takes his cock first. She wraps her fingers around it, strokes once, then nods at Tiffany to join. Tiffany hesitates, knuckles white on the table edge, then slides her palm up the shaft beside Rose's. They work him together, both wet within seconds. He looks down at pale fingers sliding around thick black meat and groans. Rose presses Tiffany’s head lower. Tiffany opens without thinking. Her lips stretch over the head, tongue flat. Rose strokes the base, sucks one ball into her mouth, then switches to lick the other side while Tiffany chokes herself deeper. Jason threads his fingers into both women’s hair and uses them like handles. Rose climbs onto the table, spreads, and backs onto his face. She tastes clean and slightly salty. Tiffany straddles his cock, lowers herself inch by inch, and feels her walls stretch around the first half. Rose reaches down, parts Tiffany’s cheeks with both thumbs, and laps at her tight hole. The wet sound of tongue on rim mixes with Tiffany’s small cries. They trade places. Tiffany sits on his face while Rose rides him reverse. Rose’s heavy ass slaps down on his thighs, each impact jiggling. Tiffany leans forward, grips Rose’s hips, and plants small open-mouthed kisses across Rose’s lower back, then drops lower again to rim her boss. Rose moans into the open room and grinds harder. Finally Jason pulls Tiffany off the table, bends her over the padded edge, and fucks her pussy until her knees give. He pushes her face-down into the cushion and turns to Rose. She drops to her knees, opens wide, takes him to the root once, then spits on the head so Tiffany can watch it drip. He lines up, eases into Rose’s cunt, and fucks her until she laughs breathlessly at how full she feels. He pulls out, steps back, aims. The first rope hits Tiffany’s cheek, eye, and open mouth. Rose crawls over, drags her tongue from jaw to temple, collecting every strand. When the mess is gone, she kisses Tiffany deep, sharing the warm taste between them while Jason leans on the table, breathing hard, cock still half-hard and glistening.