Crunch Time

Alexis Tae shoves clothes into her bag with one eye on the clock. Kira Noir’s hands start on her shoulders and slide lower. The massage is nothing but foreplay now. Kira’s thumbs press the crease where ass meets thigh, pushing the towel aside. Oliver Flynn watches from the edge of the bed, cock already half-hard. Kira’s tongue follows her fingers, wet heat between Alexis’ cheeks, then lower, licking and sucking the tight sac Oliver offers her. Alexis turns, drops to her knees, takes him in her mouth while Kira’s tongue keeps working behind her. Spit slicks Oliver’s shaft; Kira kisses up to share it, mouths trading turns on his length. Alexis climbs onto the bed, spreads for him, and Oliver pushes straight from her ass to her mouth, the flavor sharp on her tongue. Kira licks whatever spills, sucks his balls again, keeps the rhythm tight. He pulls out at the last second and paints Alexis’ pussy while Kira leans in to taste the mess, tongue lapping at the warm streaks. They still have ten minutes before the airport car arrives.