Busted At The Open House!

Alison Rey is straightening pillows and fussing with the lamps, heart thumping because this is her very first open house. Nerves are killing her. She glances at the clock, figures she has time, and drops onto the couch. Shorts off, fingers on her clit, she works herself in quick, needy circles, tits jiggling under her blouse, breath getting louder with every stroke. Serene Siren steps through the open front door early, stops dead. Alison's got two fingers buried deep and doesn’t see her. Serene watches, eyes locked on the shiny blonde pussy on display. When Alison finally opens her eyes and spots the brunette, she yelps, snaps her legs together, face red. Serene just grins. “Don’t stop on my account. I liked the show.” She kicks off her shoes, hikes up her skirt, and plants herself on the same couch. “I’m super picky about where I come, so I need a test run.” Two seconds later her own fingers are gliding over slick folds, thighs spread, big tits straining against her top. Side by side, they watch each other. Little laughs turn into moans. Fingers get faster. Heat builds. Alison reaches over, cups one of Serene’s heavy breasts, rolls the nipple between her fingers. Serene answers by sliding two digits straight into Alison’s dripping pussy. Tongues meet. The couch creaks. Clothes hit the floor. They grind, finger, taste, until the whole damn room smells like sex and both women are shaking through hard, wet orgasms.