Jett brought a finger into her lover’s unraveling, sending it pressing inside slowly but firmly enough to raise Lilly’s spine from the mattress. Cassandra could barely keep her groans muffled. But Jett was just warming up. She grabbed Lilly’s hips and flipped the diminutive lady into a boldly new arrangement: face flat against the mattress, ass high in the air. Growling like a starving grizzly, Jett brought her lips to Lilly’s slippery joy from behind. And whatever restraint the Korean cook had sputtered away immediately. Legs spiraling out of control and arms clawing at anything within reach, she accidentally kicked down a bedside lamp. Then an errant wrist took aim at a wall, slapping hard then sliding up and down it as Jett readjusted herself to bring their p---ies into heated contact... An Author's Republic audio production.