Vanessa Cage - Moved In (Part 1)

Vanessa Cage rolls up in a red dress that hits the porch and gets kicked aside. Cory answers the door in a blue skirt and white blouse, then nearly chokes when she sees her best friend standing there bare-ass naked with a suitcase in her grip. The hug feels weird—Cory stiff as hell, Vanessa warm and shameless. Takes less than a minute for the dress code to get equal. Skirt drops. Blouse hits the floor. Tits out. Vanessa leans in, tongue first, fingers pinching and rolling Cory’s nipples until they tighten. Cory’s turn next; she dips down, tongue flicking across Vanessa’s hard buds, sucking just enough to make her moan. Cory drops onto the bed, legs spread, missionary style. Vanessa climbs up, mouth trailing from neck to belly to that shaved slit. She licks slow at first, then faster, tongue working the clit until Cory’s hips buck and she cums hard against Vanessa’s lips. They flip. Vanessa on her back now, Cory straddling. Same path—nipples, stomach, then straight between Vanessa’s thighs. Cory’s tongue drags, circles, sucks until Vanessa gasps and pulses, thighs clamped around Cory’s head. Cory stands up, grabs her clothes, and fires off one last warning: "You better put some clothes on and don’t touch my step-son." She heads to the store. Door clicks. Vanessa smiles to the empty room and mutters, "I’m totally going to fuck him while she’s out…"