2 for the price of 1

I was stuck in a hotel room with Jenna, bored out of my skull, when the itch hit. Right there, lying around all day, I started picturing it—my little one watching me soak in the tub, hot water running over my hard nipples, steam clinging to every inch of bare skin. I didn't just picture it. I did it. The second my fingers found the spot, heat coiled low and tight, promising the kind of orgasm that blanks your mind. Then Jenna burst in. Scared the hell out of me. Her round ass could stop traffic. My pulse doubled. She slipped under the water with me, skin on skin, heat multiplying everywhere we touched. Every glide of her palm made the pleasure sharper, dirtier. I never planned to share something this filthy, but damn if the world doesn't need to see two women losing themselves like that. Shyla Jennings and Jenna Sativa caught on tape, pure lesbian fire.