Only One Bed

Jodie and Lola hit the hotel after hours on the road. The clerk drops the bomb—one bed, take it or leave it. Lola's already groaning about her sore feet, Jodie just wants to crash. She shrugs, peels off to bra and panties, and Jodie's eyes can't help tracing every curve. He offers a foot rub; she melts into the mattress. When she rolls over to return the favor, her hands wander, finds that young rod stiff and thick in his pajamas. She grins, yanks it free, needs two hands to stroke it, then slides her smooth soles around his shaft and works him foot-job style. That gets Lola dripping, so she takes him down her throat in a messy, greedy suck. She climbs on, sinks down until her big tits bounce, then flips onto all fours and lets him pound her deep. Every slam makes her ass shake. After she cums hard—twice—she drops to her knees, tilts her face up, and Jodie paints her lips and cheeks white. Both satisfied, they finally crash.