What Happens In Vegas - Part 02

Brianna returned from her massage appointment, the receipts still in her purse. She came home to find Tommy’s cock deep inside a slippery nuru girl on their own table. Finished with his lies, she booked the same room and asked for Krystal—tall, blonde, body shining like warm honey under the lights. “A female only,” Brianna told the woman on the phone, letting Tommy hear every word. Krystal walked in wearing nothing but a thin satin thong. She poured the thick gel straight onto Brianna’s bare breasts, letting it drip between her thighs. Warm hands spread it in long, slow circles, coating every inch until Brianna’s skin gleamed. Krystal straddled her, pressed close, the slick slide of bodies filling the room with wet friction. The gel heated as their hips rolled, turning every motion into a slow, filthy grind. Krystal leaned down, blonde strands brushing Brianna’s cheek. With two fingers she traced between Brianna’s legs, slipping inside the thick coating and pushing deeper. She stayed there, drawing slow circles until Brianna’s back arched and soft sounds escaped her throat. “This one’s mine now,” Krystal whispered, pushing the gel deeper each time she rocked forward. Outside, Tommy waited in the car. Head down. Keys idle. He heard every moan and the wet slide of bodies and knew she wasn’t coming out until Krystal made her come.