Busted At The Open House!

Alison Rey's sweeping dust around this empty living room, heart hammering because it's her first open house and she's not about to let nerves torch the whole thing. Couch looks awfully inviting, so she drops her panties, spreads wide and sinks two fingers straight in. She's rubbing that soaked clit like she's got a point to prove, panting, legs trembling. Then the front door clicks—Serene Siren steps in early and freezes. Instead of bolting she just watches, eyes locked on every sloppy stroke. Alison finally clocks her, face on fire, yanks her hand back, stammers sorry a dozen times. Serene smirks, says she loved the show and calls herself picky as hell about where she comes, so why not give the place a little test-drive right now. Relief hits Alison like a shot of good whiskey. They line up on the couch, legs touching, fingers busy again until giggles turn into moans and suddenly Serene's on top grinding down, Alison's tongue buried, the pair fucking right there while the clock ticks closer to showtime.