Dance from Weiss and TV Blake

Jaune sat on the couch and patted his lap. Weiss sauntered her way over and began to grind against his cock. Jaune then wisher the remote for TV Blake in his had and pressed the power button.

Blake now wore professional yet sexy business clothes, her suit jacket unbuttoned just enough to show her cleavage and her skirt was just short enough to expose the bottom of her pussy. She held up her hand to her chest as if she was bolding a microphone.

"There are sunny skies all across our area today," she said, staring ahead in a professional way. "High of 86 with some mild showers later this afternoon."

"Ugh, the news?" Jaune blanched. "No thanks."

He changed Blake's channel.