Fit - Chapter 2

Sweat clings to skin under the studio's low light as Nina presses Anna flat on the mat, hands working down tight quads with slow, possessive strokes. Pain gives way to heat. Anna leans in, lips meeting Nina's in a kiss that turns desperate fast. Nina drops between her legs and drags her tongue across Anna's clit, long deliberate strokes, no teasing left. Anna groans, grabs the mat, then takes control. She pushes Nina onto her back, sucks a nipple hard between her teeth, rolling it, tasting salt and skin. Her hand slides lower, fingers parting wet folds, slipping inside. Nina's breath breaks. Anna presses her face in, licks deep, sucks, moves her jaw like she's starved. They twist into 69, tongues meeting flesh at the same time, fast and messy, hips grinding, hands gripping ass. Finally they roll to their sides, fingers buried knuckle-deep, rubbing hard and quick until every muscle locks and breaks, orgasm hitting them both like a snapped wire.