Up The Skirt

Alix Lynx shows up with a bum hip and zero plans to strip. First massage, first rodeo, and she keeps every stitch on. Sasha Heart lays it out straight: clothes mess with the work, but she'll start slow. Kneesocks hit the floor. Hands glide over Alix, warm and steady, easing the college girl down. Tension still knots her up from the season and the next big match, so Sasha works it out of the hips and the ass, pausing just to admire those cherry-red panties. Alix loosens, shirt rises, and Sasha's palms slide over big, natural tits. She says it flat-out: everybody on campus probably wants a shot at this body. Alix calls it unprofessional, but Sasha only talks that way to the ones who matter. Turns out Alix likes the chase. Pink panties soak through while Sasha rubs her clit, then dives in bare, tongue flicking from slick cunt to tight little hole. Alix yelps, then melts, gushing hard. Promise made, she climbs aboard. Sixty-nine on the table, blonde head between Sasha's thighs, both girls sucking till they shake and come.