Well Oiled Friends: Part One

Luna and Yhivi hit the pavement most mornings, but this one Yhivi’s stuck at the apartment with a sharp catch in her lower back. Luna’s been cooking up a slick new massage oil and figures it’s finally time to try it on her favorite running partner. She tells Yhivi to strip and climb onto the table, belly-down. The oil comes out warm; Luna works it between her palms until it glistens, already imagining how it’s going to loosen more than Yhivi’s spine. She starts low—slow, firm circles over the small of Yhivi’s back, the smell thickening in the air. Every glide feels charged. When Luna shifts south, her thumbs press into the hard globes of Yhivi’s ass, vibrating the muscle so hard the skin ripples. Yhivi’s breath hitches. The motions keep sinking, oil spilling into the crack, and when Luna’s tongue finally parts those folds, the lick is bold, dirty, tasting every drop that’s started to gather. Yhivi stiffens, then yields. Luna keeps working the swollen bud at the tip of her slit, fast, tight figure-eights until Yhivi’s hips rock against her mouth. She spins and straddles Yhivi’s face, grinding slick heat over her lips, claiming the 69 with no room for second thoughts. Luna grinds, mouth locked on Yhivi’s cunt; Yhivi laps back like she’s been starving for it. Their moans mash together. When they come they lock tight, thighs shaking, every pulse proving the oil had nothing left to hide.