Vegas Sins: Part One

Dahlia Sky’s finally out from under Reena’s thumb and she’s itching to make up for lost time. A street hustler slips her a card, she dials it on the spot and gets Syren on the line. Syren clocks the cash dripping off Dahlia’s tongue and keeps it friendly while the blonde babbles about being loaded. Syren waves her into a lounge where Cadence Lux is waiting—short skirt, ink on her ribs, perky natural tits ready to spill out. Cadence smells fresh meat. She peels her top off, presses Dahlia back on the couch and starts grinding. Lap dance turns dirty quick: she grabs Dahlia’s wrists, plants those hands on her ass, tells her to squeeze. When the phone rings—Reena, obviously—Cadence just smirks and waits. Dahlia lies her way through “I’m fine, babe,” hangs up, and Cadence pounces. She pops Dahlia’s tits free, sucks each nipple hard until they’re stiff and wet. Dahlia’s done being polite. Two fingers slide straight into Cadence’s slick cunt. She pumps while they swap spit, Cadence moaning against her mouth. One sharp curl and Cadence gushes, soaking Dahlia’s dress in hot squirt. They don’t slow down. Naked now, bodies shiny with sweat, they trade places: Dahlia spreads on the couch, Cadence’s tongue buried deep, then they flip. Fingers and tongues work nonstop until both women are shaking. Finally Cadence straddles her, cunts mashed together, hips snapping in a filthy, wet grind. They cum loud, legs trembling, then go back for seconds with their mouths until neither can see straight. Dahlia’s still catching her breath when Cadence smiles, phone already in hand. “You should meet the boss.” Syren steps in, needle hidden, and the lights go out.