Craven Moorehead
Strip Poker
My First Yoga Class
North Pole #108
Come Get Me
Nia Nacci and Harmony Wonder hit the couch after practice, both sore as hell. Nia jokes that a shoulder rub would hit the spot and maybe Harmony could give it. Harmony grins and says she'd rather have Nia go first. They can’t pick, so they flip a coin. Harmony wins and drops onto the cushions face-first, that perky ass peeking out of her shorts. Nia straddles her thighs and works those tight knots, fingers digging deep. Soon she’s eyeing that tan skin and asking Harmony to lose the shirt. One shirt off, then another—hands slide over smooth backs, slide under the edges of bras, cupping perfect tits. Both girls start rocking their hips, breath getting ragged. The air’s thick with that sweet, nervous heat. When Harmony finally slips her hand under Nia’s waistband and finds her soaked pussy, they both laugh low and dirty because the coinflip just became pointless—they’re both winning hard.
Nia Nacci and Harmony Wonder hit the couch after practice, both sore as hell. Nia jokes that a shoulder rub would hit the spot and maybe Harmony could give it. Harmony grins and says she'd rather have Nia go first. They can’t pick, so they flip a coin. Harmony wins and drops onto the cushions face-first, that perky ass peeking out of her shorts. Nia straddles her thighs and works those tight knots, fingers digging deep. Soon she’s eyeing that tan skin and asking Harmony to lose the shirt. One shirt off, then another—hands slide over smooth backs, slide under the edges of bras, cupping perfect tits. Both girls start rocking their hips, breath getting ragged. The air’s thick with that sweet, nervous heat. When Harmony finally slips her hand under Nia’s waistband and finds her soaked pussy, they both laugh low and dirty because the coinflip just became pointless—they’re both winning hard.