Massage Me Everywhere

Kylie’s boyfriend has her wound tight, so when Aften shows up she doesn’t waste a second. Kylie peels off her clothes, lies face-down, and pulls a towel over her ass. Aften’s hands slide over oiled skin, slow and sure, working every knot until Kylie’s breathing changes. She feels Kylie give under her palms, then peels the towel away without asking. Bare skin meets bare hands. Kylie turns over; small, bare tits rise with each breath, nipples already tight. Aften keeps working, lower, firmer. Talk starts spilling out. Kylie admits the boyfriend feels wrong, that she’s been happier around women, that maybe she’s never been straight at all. Aften’s answer is a slow kiss that tastes like permission. Tongues slide, wet and hot. She palms Kylie’s shaved pussy, opens her up, then settles her own wet cunt over Kylie’s mouth. Kylie licks like she’s starving. Aften rides her face, rocking, gripping the headboard. They trade places, grind, suck, fingers sinking deep. Sweat, slick sounds, quiet moans that get louder. No boyfriend on their minds now. Just skin, need, and the sweet shock of getting exactly what they’ve both been missing.