Left All Alone

Danni walks in for her massage already talking shit about her husband. The big-shot producer never makes it home, and when he does he barely touches her. So she booked this session to take care of herself for once. Devon oils her up, working every inch until the sheet slides off and Danni flips onto her back. No covering those big, bare tits—just a wicked little grin daring Devon to stare. Devon’s hands go straight to them, thumbs flicking over her stiff nipples, then slide lower to find her soaked pussy. Two fingers push in deep, pumping until Danni’s moaning like a slut who hasn’t been fucked in months. When Devon strips and climbs on top, Danni pulls her down and buries her tongue in that tight, wet slit. They grind into a greedy 69, mouths full, fingers buried, while the tattooed blonde rides the edge and keeps begging for more. Husband-free zone, just how she likes it.