Seeking Shelter

Ashley Adams is half-naked on her bed, girlsway playing loud on her laptop while she fingers her soaked pussy, every moan getting dirtier. Milana Ricci knocks. Ashley yanks open the door and drags her inside so fast Milana’s head spins. "Car shit the bed," Milana says. Ashley grins, assures her she’ll handle it, then drops that roadside takes two fucking hours. Milana squints, starts to say something, but Ashley already moves behind her, oils her hands and goes straight for the shoulders. The rub feels too good. Milana stays quiet. Another minute, Ashley slips a hand right between Milana’s legs and cups her pussy like it belongs to her. Milana’s thighs part anyway. Ashley presses harder, thumb teasing her clit through the thin cotton. Milana gasps, but instead of stopping Ashley she pushes back against her palm. They tumble onto the couch in a tangle of clothes coming off and mouths colliding. Ashley ends up between Milana’s thighs, tongue buried deep and insistent, and Milana gets every last drop of the help she didn’t even know she needed.