Squeeze Me In

Taylor Gunner steps through the door, breath still ragged from the drive. She blurts out how wrecked she feels—she can’t stop cursing her coworkers. They’re fucking idiots and their stupidity is killing her. Mikaela Star doesn’t talk much. She just pulls the towel away, spreads oil between her palms, and slides both hands over Taylor’s bare skin. Slow, deep pressure. Circles. Heat. Every tense muscle pops and then melts. When the last knot unwinds Mikaela keeps going lower, palms dragging warm across Taylor’s ass, thumbs parting wet folds. She presses two slick fingers inside, curls them. Taylor’s back arches. Her breathing turns ragged and short. Mikaela leans in, tits brushing Taylor’s spine while her wrist works fast and steady, coaxing, pulling, guiding until Taylor’s whole body shudders around her hand and hot liquid coats her knuckles.