Karlee Grey And Zoey Monroe

We were sitting in the hotel room when the need hit me. Hard. I watched Zoey slip into the shower and felt my cunt throb instantly. My tits pressed against the fabric of my top, nipples already tight, and I knew she’d noticed. The second she stepped out, towel barely clinging to her hips, my hands were on her. Hers on me. We kissed like our mouths had made promises long before we spoke a word. She dropped to her knees. Her tongue found me open, slow, deliberate. The way she looked up at me—eyes steady, hungry—told me I wasn’t getting away until I came. Her fingers spread me wider. I soaked her mouth. She licked every twitch, every pulse, dragging it out until my thighs shook. Our video’s coming out and the thought alone makes me wet all over again.