A Very Competitive Family

London River's tapping her foot at the front desk, already pissed off by the time Paige drags her ass in. 'You're taking over,' London snaps. Paige groans — anything but another Nuru — but the door swings open and both women shut up when Isiah Maxwell steps through. Tall, built, the kind of face that knocks the air out of you. London's teeth catch her lower lip. Fuck it. She grabs the appointment. Paige snaps back, says it's her job now, and they go at each other until they just agree to split him down the middle. Oil hits skin and suddenly there's no more 'splitting.' London slides a greased tit down his back while Paige palms his cock like she's staking claim. They fight for every inch — tongues chasing drips off his abs, fingers battling between his thighs. Each mother-daughter glance screams mine. Isiah just lies back, grinning. Nothing to lose when you're the prize they're both hell-bent on winning.