Tricks Of The Trade

Alison Rey watches the new girl from the back of the stage. Ember Snow moves like she already owns the pole, slow hips, hard stops, that kind of control that makes men forget their own names. Alison likes what she sees. After last call she leans against the locker-room door and asks if Ember wants a private lesson of her own. They end up back at Alison’s apartment. Lights low. Music softer than the club. Clothes gone. Alison starts behind Ember, hands on the brunette’s waist, guiding the roll of her hips. Ember answers by reaching back, fingers tracing the curve of Alison’s big tits, feeling their weight shift with every grind. Soon their bodies move as one, thigh against thigh, skin sliding hot and slick. Alison drops first. She spreads Ember open on the couch and lowers her mouth, tongue working steady and deep. Ember’s thighs tighten, her breath catching each time Alison sucks harder. When it’s Ember’s turn she doesn’t tease. Two fingers slide straight in, curling against that swollen spot until Alison arches and swears. They trade until neither can wait any longer. Alison straps the harness around her hips, the thick toy already glistening from Ember’s mouth. She pushes Ember onto her back, spreads her, and sinks in slow. Ember moans loud, grabs Alison’s ass, pulls her deeper with every thrust. When they switch, Ember climbs on top, rides Alison with the same strap, tits bouncing, hips snapping. The slap of skin fills the room, wet and sharp. They keep going until both women are shaking, flushed, and finally satisfied.