Nice To SEE You

Madi Collins lies face-down on the table, bare from head to toe, her skin catching the low light. Octavia’s slick hands slide over every inch—small, firm tits, smooth shaved cleft, the small of Madi’s back. Each pass draws the heat between them tighter. When Octavia’s fingers glide between Madi’s thighs and she gasps, the room cracks open. They kiss—wet, hungry, all tongue—and Octavia climbs on, locking Madi under her weight. Red curls brush Madi’s cheeks as Octavia settles, pressing her pussy to Madi’s eager mouth, rocking slow and deliberate, taking what she’s wanted all along.