Self Defense

Lyra Law opens the door and Edyn Blair steps in, appointment made, game face on. The masseuse recognizes her self-defense instructor and before the first greeting is out they’re tangled again—Edyn yanking her into a playful headlock. Hands slide. Lyra forgets half the holds, palms slap skin, and one wrong grab lands square on Edyn’s groin. Edyn smirks, lets go, and starts undressing. Lyra turns away, polite, cheeks hot. Edyn lies facedown. Lyra’s palms sink into the plush give of her glutes. “Your skin feels like warm silk,” she murmurs. They talk between rubs, catching up on months apart. No boyfriend now. Edyn laughs, says she’s been playing the field—mostly girls. Lyra tells her to flip. Chest up. Lyra’s eyes travel over the tattoo curling above the trimmed thicket between her thighs. “Rockin’ bush,” she teases. Edyn flushes, hands dart up to hide the weight of her breasts. Lyra catches her wrists, moves them aside, and strokes the soft flesh, firm sweeps down the curve of each tit, thumbs brushing tight nipples. When she kneels at Edyn’s feet lotion drips, and Lyra leans in quick, tongue tracing toes, straight-faced, “Slippery stuff.” Long strokes skim torso, hip, thigh. Fingertips drag over slick, parted lips once, twice. Lyra spreads Edyn wider, gets knuckles-deep in the heat of the inner thigh, then dips for a hidden taste straight from the source. “Lotion,” she says again. Edyn bites her lip, nods, asks for more. Lyra strips in three clean pulls, guiding Edyn’s own finger onto her clit before she climbs aboard. She buries her mouth and works fast—hungry swirls, lips sealed—until Edyn jerks and comes with a sharp cry. They don’t pause. Lyra straddles, folds soaking against folds, grinding in tight circles. Edyn snatches her hips, flips the script, tongue plunging deep until Lyra shudders, slick thighs shaking. Edyn drops to all fours. Lyra kneels behind, tongue flicking tight rim, two fingers pumping steady into soaked cunt. When the pace shifts Edyn collapses forward; they 69, mouths locked, each sucking the other greedy and loud. Edyn breaks first, back arched, orgasm splitting through her like a live wire. Lyra holds her down and licks every tremble clean, until Edyn seizes again hard on her tongue.