Protegee

Caught crooning in Ashley Fire's studio, housekeeper Samantha Rone stops dead when the musician rounds the corner. Ashley watches her sweat, then steps closer and offers her a shot at the mic for real. The words land deep. Samantha's eyes flicker, softening under that hard stare she can't escape. Maybe the dirt under her nails could wash off for good if Ashley opened doors. Ashley tells her she looks fuckable bent over a vacuum. Then she grabs her jaw and kisses her hard, tongue pushing past hesitation. Samantha yanks her own jeans down like they burn, hips rolling as Ashley drops to eat her fresh cunt. She grips fistfuls of blonde hair and rides the mouth until her thighs shake and she comes loud, knees buckling. Now it's Ashley who strips. Samantha buries her face between those cheeks, tonguing tight and wet, then drags her tongue lower to work that swollen clit. Ashley moans promises between clenched teeth, voice cracking as their hips grind together in a bruising, sticky grind. The heat is brutal. Sweat slides down spines. Ashley sinks two fingers inside, curling fast. Samantha comes again on the carpet. Then they tangle the other way around, sixty-nine, Ashley riding Samantha's tongue while she gets finger-fucked raw. The moment Ashley starts to shake and flood her mouth, Samantha lets go too, squirting into Ashley's open throat. They keep grinding slick cunt on slick cunt until Ashley's nails dig deep and they both lose it again, bodies jerking like live wires.