Your Pleasure Is Our Pleasure

Chilling at this fancy resort when Brandi spots Chad, the young server, and pulls him in to rub tanning oil all over her. The kid doesn’t need asking twice. ‘Your Pleasure Is Our Pleasure,’ he mumbles, palms sliding straight across those tits. Greedy fingers knead her curves, spreading the slick mess everywhere—shoulders, tits, thighs—until he’s practically panting. She arches her back and he gets the message, working lower. Oil-slick hands find her pussy and he dives in like he was born for it, two fingers pumping hard while his thumb circles her clit. Brandi moans something filthy, legs spread, hips bucking to meet every thrust. Chad’s shorts are tented so hard they’re painful. She palms his cock through the fabric, giving it a squeeze that makes him groan, then rips the zipper down herself. Before his brain catches up, her mouth is around him, throat working like she’s starving for it. They’re right out in the open, sun glaring, someone could walk by any second, and neither gives a damn. He spins her around, yanks her hips back, and sinks into that soaked cunt raw, pounding her like he wants the whole resort to hear. Brandi shoves back into every thrust, demanding more, harder, until he unloads deep inside her with a strangled grunt and she clenches down, milking every last pulse out of him.