Girl Crush Gone Wild

Therapist Nickey Huntsman waits in the dim room, her hands already clammy. Aidra Fox peels off her clothes without hurry, letting each layer drop. Nickey stares, tongue thick, voice unsteady when she finally mutters how incredible the body in front of her looks. She pours oil, palms gliding over warm, bare skin, fingers sliding lower until they brush the top curve of Aidra’s ass. Aidra smirks, catches the tremor in Nickey’s grip. "Why so jumpy?" she asks. Nickey spins a lame story about some "friend" who can’t admit she likes girls. Aidra sees straight through it. She tilts her hips, tells Nickey to go ahead—rub her ass. Nickey obeys. Soon she’s kneading oil-slick cheeks, heart slamming. When she shifts down to stroke Aidra’s soles, the soft arches make her breath catch. She blurts that it turns her on. Aidra keeps pushing for details, teasing without mercy. She rolls over, asks for the tops of her thighs. Nickey works the firm muscle, pulse racing, until Aidra spreads wide, shaved lips gleaming under the low light. Nickey freezes, then gives in—fingers parting those lips, circling, pressing. Aidra’s answer is a hard, hungry kiss. She climbs onto Nickey, sucking hard on each nipple before sliding down, tongue working until Nickey’s moans fill the room. They trade places, mouths locked to wet heat, bodies grinding, until the night burns itself out in a slick, gasping tangle.