Vegas Sins: Part Two

Dahlia comes to naked, tied up. Takes her a second to remember who she is and where she is. One minute she’s having the best night of her married life with Cadence Lux, the next—lights out. Syren De Mer did that. Owner of the service Dahlia called for a girl-on-girl fantasy, now standing over her with a ransom demand for Reena. Pay or the straight little housewife stays. Dahlia begs Syren to keep it between them. Whatever Syren wants, just don’t call the wife. Syren loosens the ropes, shoves those fat, pierced tits in Dahlia’s face and tells her to start sucking. Dahlia latches on, mouth working the oily nipples while Syren’s hand grips the back of her neck. Once the deal is set, Syren spreads on the bed, orders Dahlia to keep her ass up and eat exactly the way she wants to be eaten. Dahlia dives in, tongue stroking, fingers pumping, until Syren’s cursing and shaking, legs clamping around Dahlia’s head. Syren drops onto Dahlia’s mouth again, grinding hard, choking her with soaked cunt, making her lick faster, deeper. She flips, scissoring their slick pussies together, hips snapping until both blondes are moaning loud and desperate. Finished riding, Syren slides down, tongue flicking Dahlia’s clit before driving two fingers straight into that dripping hole, curling and pumping until Dahlia’s thighs shake. Dahlia’s learning fast—she belongs to Syren until every cent of that debt is licked, fingered, and fucked away.