BFF Share a Massage

Adria can't stop crying. Boyfriend cheated. She's been with him so long that being alone burns. Scarlett Sage sits next to her, trying to keep the storm at bay. "Do something nice for yourself," Scarlett says. "A massage." Adria remembers the couple's massage she's already booked. Scarlett offers to fill the empty spot. At the spa, the woman who greets them radiates pure heat. Scarlet sits down on the leather couch. Adria strips to her bra and panties, uneasy that Scarlett will see her bare. Lana coats her palms in warm oil. She works the knots in Adria's back, shoulders, and hips, pressing slow, heavy circles. Then the hands roll lower, gripping her ass with care before flipping her over. Adria pushes her bra and panties aside, legs slightly spread. Lana trails fresh oil across her chest, stomach, thighs, then waves Scarlett closer. Scarlett hesitates, unsure how to cross the line, until Lana steadies her wrist and shows her the right spot. Scarlett rubs Adria's clit in tight, careful strokes. Lana's palms circle her nipples, squeezing just enough to make her breath hiss. Adria's moans grow faster, wetter. Scarlett's fingers push inside, working under Lana's steady eyes. Adria jerks, hits the peak hard. Eyes close. Cries spike. She shudders, empty and full at once. Lana makes the next move: Adria kisses Scarlett's mouth, lips wet, then both girls pull at Scarlett's dress until it drops to the floor. Lana spreads Scarlett's legs, Adria burying her tongue against that slick slit. Scarlett tastes herself—fresh, sweet. Lana sits over her open mouth, riding the breathy moans. Scarlett comes, thighs clenching around Adria's jaw. Breathless, the best friends climb Lana. They grind on her body in turns, rubbing wet heat on thighs, hips, breast. Their tongues and fingers keep finding new spots, sliding, slipping, owning everything. Every bite, every slip pushes them past where they started and beyond where they thought they'd stop.