relax me

What began with innocent hands on bare skin ended with the two women devouring each other. One minute Celeste rubbed warm oil across Natalie’s shoulders; the next, her slick fingers had slipped between slick folds, coaxing a wet, hungry moan from her throat. They traded places like thieves sharing loot—Natalie on top now, straddling Celeste’s thigh, grinding until the massage table trembled and their breath came in ragged gasps. Heat poured off them. Fingers, tongues, the blunt nudge of knuckles sliding inside; every touch pulled another jolt of electricity up their spines. The video only shows skin and sweat, but you can almost taste the want. Celeste watches every tiny shudder of Natalie’s belly like she owns it. They keep going until the massage oil runs, until the only thing left is the slap of skin on skin and the throaty whimpers that give them both away.