Protegee

When Samantha belts a tune while dusting Ashley's studio, Ashley catches her mid-note and grins like she just found money on the street. 'You got a voice, girl. Better stop cleaning houses and chase it.' That kind of praise hits Samantha deep, her panties damn near dissolving under Ashley's stare. Maybe this famous girl really wants to open doors for her. Ashley smirks and says Samantha looks hot bent over the furniture, then grabs her face and dives in. Their mouths crash together like they've been waiting months. Samantha yanks off her own pants, spreads for Ashley's tongue and rolls her hips. Ashley's fingers dig in her hair, mouth sealed to her cunt until the girl starts twitching, gasping, straight-up cumming. Now the power flips. Samantha drops behind Ashley, kisses her round ass, parts it with both thumbs and gets lost in the task, tongue working over tight skin before sliding lower and licking Ashley's wet slit like she can't drink fast enough. Ashley keeps purring about record deals while their hips find rhythm again, grinding clit to clit in a long, sweaty trib session. Ashley's fingers pump quick inside Samantha until her pussy clenches and soaks the sheets. They flip and sixty-nine until Ashley locks down and quakes around Samantha's mouth. Finger-fucking with teeth grazing thigh, Samantha drenches Ashley's chin once more, then they finish face-to-face and hungry, Samantha's slick cunt sliding hard over Ashley until she cums again, screaming dirty promises into the studio air.