Super Girls

April O'Neil knows comicon backwards. She lives the fantasy every day she can. So when Dillion Harper walks in, spots the orange jumpsuit and asks the brunette masseuse to stay dressed, April smiles and oils up those natural tits. Her hands glide, warm and heavy, over Dillion's round ass, working slick trails across every curve. The redhead shivers. Soon the girls forget the massage table. They lean in, mouths meeting like two action heroes stealing a moment between explosions, tongues sliding, tasting. April peels Dillion's top down, sucks one full breast deep while fingers tease the other. Then she swings a thigh over Dillion, straddles her. With the jumpsuit still hugging her hips, April lowers her mouth, parts Dillion's shaved lips, and drives her tongue straight into the wet heat. Dillion arches hard, crying out, her body shaking under every relentless stroke.