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Lyra stands behind her client, palms braced on Adriana's hips, guiding her into a deep lunge. Suddenly Adriana winces. Says she felt something give. Now she's flat on her back, shorts riding up, hamstring twitching. Lyra cracks a half-smile. Claims she can fix it. Pulls the little bottle of oil from her bag, drizzles it warm across muscle. Her hands work slow, fingers strong, digging into that tender inner thigh until Adriana exhales through her teeth. Lyra presses up toward the pelvis, unlocks the hips with a measured shove. Tension pops like a snapped rubber band. She asks if the bra's in the way. Adriana doesn't answer—she just peels the elastic off, tosses it aside, bare tits bouncing in the sunlight. Lyra palms the curve of neck, thumbs gliding across clavicles, until her touch feels like heat slipping under skin. Flip. Lyra peels the shorts down past tight glutes, bares the split of Adriana's ass. Oil slicks everything shiny. Muscles yield, one after another, spine cracking sweetly. A smirk creeps across Lyra's face. "Off completely," she says, tugging the shorts free. Fingers creep lower, ride the fold where thigh meets cunt. Adriana stays still, breathing heavy, inviting the trespass. One slick knuckle nudges inside—then a tongue flattens against the puckered ring above it. Adriana's moan sounds like surrender. Lyra doesn't stop. She keeps licking, keeps pumping, until Adriana arches, ready to snap. When Adriana rolls onto her back, legs spread wide, Lyra drops and seals her mouth over slick folds. Tongue and lips work like worship. Adriana comes hard, pulsing, thighs clamped around Lyra's skull. Naked now, Lyra's breasts hover above Adriana's face. Adriana sucks the nearest nipple, tongue flicking while her fingers slide through Lyra's slit and push two deep. Lyra snarls, shakes, screams as she gushes. Still trembling, she slips back down to finish Adriana again. Sucks her clit until she jets across the mat, bright arcs catching the light. Lyra keeps licking, draws every last squirt, mat turning slick. They tangle, hips grinding cunt to cunt. Adriana thrashes and sprays again, drenching Lyra's open folds just as Lyra stiffens and moans through her second come.