Going Off Script

Shyla Jennings and Sasha Heart can’t keep their hands off each other. Everyone can tell they haven’t fucked in a year because they’re all over each other the second they lock lips. Problem is, they’re still on set, and the director keeps yelling at them to focus. Every time he says action, they barely get two words out before they’re grabbing and grinding again. He begs, pleads, tries to convince them they can finish today, but they’re not listening. He finally cuts and storms over to read them the riot act when the cameraman suddenly pipes up—battery’s dead. The girls burst out laughing. Director mutters “five minutes” and walks off, and that’s all the green light they need. They bolt for the nearest bedroom, slam the door, giggling, mouths already locked. Shirts and bras hit the floor in seconds. Sasha drops straight down, tongue buried in Shyla’s pussy, hungry and messy. Shyla answers by grabbing the back of Sasha’s head and grinding hard, riding her face like she owns it. Five minutes came and went, and neither one gives a damn. They missed this, they’re soaked, and they’re not stopping until every inch of skin feels it.