Peeping Jane

Jennifer steps out of that long flight, stripped down, and hits the shower to wash it all off. Adriana Chechik slides in and watches her through the steam—watching the way Jennifer’s body curves, already imagining her hands all over it. She steps forward, grabs Jennifer’s ass with both hands like she’s claimed it. Jennifer spins, startled, until Adriana tells her the hotel sent her for a complimentary massage. She buys it for a second—right up until Adriana’s fingers press into her ass, slow and filthy, working that soft flesh until Jennifer’s guard drops. Then Adriana drops lower, cups one foot, then the other, rubbing slow and deep, and Jennifer’s breath is already changing. Adriana peels her shirt off, presses her bare tits against Jennifer’s wet skin, palms those perky tits, thumbs brushing nipples until they tighten. She works down again, palms that bare pussy, slides a finger in, then two, sucks her clit while her other hand finds Jennifer’s tight little ass and eases a finger inside. Jennifer’s moaning now, hips rolling, taking it. Adriana keeps both holes busy—fingers curling, tongue flicking, until Jennifer’s legs shake and she comes hard, exactly like she’s been wanting since the second she saw who walked in.