That Is Phenomenal!

Erin’s back ached from dancing all night, every step a sharp reminder. She needed hands on her. Aiden, the new masseuse with a filthy reputation, took one look and stripped Erin bare, laid her out cold on the table. Oils slid over the tight muscles of Erin’s legs, then those fingers slid higher—past thighs, straight to ass, parting flesh like it belonged to her. Erin felt slick between the legs before Aiden even touched her there, fingers dragging over soaked folds and down deeper, rubbing Erin’s clit until her hips jerked. Aiden shed her clothes fast, climbed on top, mouth hot and greedy. The first slow drag of tongue across Erin’s clit made her bite her own lip. She twisted under that slick pressure and yanked Aiden around so both women were face-to-cunt, hips grinding. Erin pushed her tongue straight into Aiden’s tight, wet cunt, tasting salt and skin, licking harder when Aiden moaned and sucked on Erin’s clit like she needed it to breathe. They rocked into each other, slick and loud, the table creaking, a pair of strangers gone feral on the clock.