Let Me Taste Your Pussy

Lux hits the gym hard, so she’s always aching somewhere. She rolls into her weekly rub-down and lights up when she sees Taylor—blonde, stacked, ink crawling over smooth skin—waiting with that wicked little smirk. Small talk dies fast. Lux strips, climbs on the table face-down, and Taylor slicks her palms with warm oil. She works every knot, but when those hands slide over Lux’s big tits and linger, Lux lifts her head. “This part of the regular deal?” Taylor grins. “New girl—trained to get every inch.” Off come her clothes. Taylor plants a slow, wet kiss on each nipple, then swings a leg over and drops into a slick sixty-nine. Her tongue finds Lux’s soaked pussy and goes to work—fast, filthy circles until Lux’s thighs lock and she comes hard, cursing and shaking on the table.