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Jessica walks in like she owns the room. Blonde hair, clean lines, nothing shy about her. She keeps her eyes on the brunette’s mouth when the girl goes down on her first. Wet, slow, then hungry. The brunette takes her time, letting the spit drip down her chin, then deeper until her throat works around the cock like she’s trying to swallow it whole. Jessica turns around, palms flat on the table, ass offered up without a word. The guy lines up and pushes in. No easing in—she takes it straight, tight, until he’s buried all the way. Her breath catches once, then she pushes back for more. The brunette slides under her, tongue flicking at whatever she can reach while he works deeper. Jessica stays bent, body rocking with every thrust. Blonde strands stick to her damp skin. She takes it hard, steady, without flinching. When he pulls out, she stays exactly where she is, breathing through parted lips. The brunette moves up, lips shiny, eyes on the same prize. Neither of them looks away.