Post Move Squeeze

Kylie lights up when she sees Aiden coming through the door. Aiden's grateful as hell Kylie fit her in—she's just moved and every muscle screams. She knows Kylie can fix her. Clothes hit the floor. Aiden stretches out on the table face-down, and Kylie's hands slide slow and deep over bare skin. Tension drains out. Muscles give. Then she flips onto her back. Eyes lock. Heat sparks. Kylie's fingers trace Aiden's breasts, rolling the nipples between her fingertips. She leans in, lips burning Aiden's chest. The massage turns into foreplay. Moving apartments doesn't matter anymore.