"I've had enough of this so-called 'massage'," purrs Lisa Ann, her eyes locked onto Lola Foxx's ample ass as it sways with each stroke. "I want more, Lola. I want your tongue, your fingers, your fucking mouth on my pussy." Lola, her cheeks flushed, nods, her hands gripping Lisa's thighs, pulling her to the edge of the table. She buries her face between Lisa's legs, her tongue diving in, lapping at the MILF's folds, teasing her clit, making Lisa squirm and gasp. "Yes, just like that, you little slut," Lisa moans, her hands tangled in Lola's hair, guiding her, urging her on.