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The door opens early and there’s Codey Steele, dumbstruck by the sight of Summer Col and Summer Kline slick from head to toe, giggling, sliding across each other’s naked bodies in a tangle of oily skin. They notice him and instead of shrieking they give wicked little smiles.
Codey hides behind the doorway, heart hammering as he watches Summer Kline pour more Nuru gel across Summer Col’s ass and work it down between her spread thighs until her fingers come away glistening. Hot breaths, heavier moans, slick tits slapping wet skin.
A couple more minutes he lasts, then a footstep betrays him. They bolt upright, oil sheets right off heavy breasts, and instead of throwing him out Summer Kramer cocks a naughty eyebrow and croons, “Well? Since you’re already soaking that cock in your shorts you might as well get in here, big boy.” Summer Col laughs, pats the slippery mat beside them. Codey walks forward without thinking twice, already unhooking his belt. The girls exchange that knowing, filthy smile before they lean in to bite his lips. He feels them at work on his zipper, on those oiled tits pulling him downward, then upward again an invite he’s already eager and hard as a rock.
The door opens early and there’s Codey Steele, dumbstruck by the sight of Summer Col and Summer Kline slick from head to toe, giggling, sliding across each other’s naked bodies in a tangle of oily skin. They notice him and instead of shrieking they give wicked little smiles.
Codey hides behind the doorway, heart hammering as he watches Summer Kline pour more Nuru gel across Summer Col’s ass and work it down between her spread thighs until her fingers come away glistening. Hot breaths, heavier moans, slick tits slapping wet skin.
A couple more minutes he lasts, then a footstep betrays him. They bolt upright, oil sheets right off heavy breasts, and instead of throwing him out Summer Kramer cocks a naughty eyebrow and croons, “Well? Since you’re already soaking that cock in your shorts you might as well get in here, big boy.” Summer Col laughs, pats the slippery mat beside them. Codey walks forward without thinking twice, already unhooking his belt. The girls exchange that knowing, filthy smile before they lean in to bite his lips. He feels them at work on his zipper, on those oiled tits pulling him downward, then upward again an invite he’s already eager and hard as a rock.
