Kenzie Reeves' predatory stare follows Kit Mercer as she enters the room, her eyes hidden behind dark shades. Kit, oblivious, sits beside her, their thighs touching. Kenzie pounces, her hand sliding up Kit's inner thigh, her fingers finding Kit's wetness. Kit gasps, her eyes wide, but she doesn't pull away. Kenzie smirks, pushing Kit onto her back, straddling her. They grapple, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths ragged. Kit flips them over, straddling Kenzie, their pussies rubbing, their clits grinding. They climax together, their bodies convulsing, their juices flowing, their cries echoing in the room.