The Surprise Visit

Rachel couldn't reach Brianna. Her stomach dropped. She drove straight to the massage place, keys clenched in her fist. When she pushed through the back door, steam hit her first. Then the sight: Brianna in the tub, legs spread, fingers working between them in slow, greedy circles. Her mouth fell open. Heat surged straight between Rachel's legs. She stripped fast, leaving a trail of clothes behind her. The shower spray hit hard. Bodies slid together under it, soap, water, fingers. Rachel's hands found Brianna's ass, pulled her close. Brianna moaned against her neck. Their mouths crashed, tongues fighting for space. They barely dried off before tumbling onto the King bed. Rachel shoved Brianna onto her back and climbed over her. Thighs tangled. Fingers slipped inside slick heat. Rachel rode Brianna's thigh while she pumped two fingers deep, then three. Brianna arched, gasping. The headboard knocked the wall. Rachel's mouth dragged over hardened nipples, teeth scraping. She flipped them both, dragging Brianna on top. The wet slide of skin against skin filled the room. Legs locked around waists. They ground hard, hips snapping, breath ragged. Nails dug in. Sweat mixed with leftover water. Every thrust dragged a new curse from their mouths. Neither stopped until thighs shook, voices cracked, and the sheets were wrecked beneath them.