The Athlete

Alix Lynx pulls her shoulder in yoga. Violet Monroe offers to work it out on the table in the next room. Her shirt comes off. Violet sees the stress trapped in her chest and pours oil across bare tits, working the flesh with strong palms. She moves lower, palms sliding into Alix's firm little ass. Alix flinches. Violet doesn’t stop. Tightest muscles holding the most stress sit below the waist, she says. She flips her, climbs on, tongue dragging over swollen nipples before sliding down to lap through slick folds. Red hair spills across Alix's tan thighs. Clothes drop. Thighs part. Tongues dive in—lapping, flicking, burying—until hips grind cunt to cunt and the orgasms hit one after another, soaking the sheets, leaving two spent women breathing heavy and strangely healed.