Honoring Her Legacy

Lydia Black and Charlotte Sins step into the empty parlor she's just inherited. She's already eyeing the 'for sale' sign when Charlotte tells her to knock it off. 'Your folks left this to you because they knew you had it in you,' Charlotte says, peeling off her clothes right there on the table. Lydia rolls her eyes but gives in; figures one rub-down won't kill her. Starts nervous, palms sweating, until Charlotte lets out a satisfied grunt and tells her to press harder. Before long Lydia's working her shoulders, then sliding down her slick back, fingers getting bolder the more Charlotte moans. Turns out her hands don't feel lost at all roaming over bare tits and ass, cupping heat, testing every curve. When Lydia finally circles Charlotte's soaked pussy, she isn't shy—she dips two fingers inside like she's done it for years. Charlotte gasps, then grins, and they both know this business suddenly got a hell of a lot more interesting.