A Visitor From Australia

Thirteen hours out of Australia left Mishaka drained, strung out, her body knotted tight. First night in the States she wanted something to cut the tension fast, so she booked a massage. Chase, the masseuse, didn't mess around—strong hands slid warm oil over her calves, her thighs, then got braver. Fingers grazed inner folds, teased the edges of Mishaka's cunt. "Happy ending?" Mishaka breathed. Chase's grin said she'd been waiting. Clothes hit the floor; Chase dropped between her legs and sealed her mouth over Mishaka's clit. One slick finger slipped inside. Mishaka's hips jerked. Chase's tongue flicked hard, her lips sucked, and Mishaka broke—moaning, shaking, the orgasm ripping through her from feet to scalp. Chase swung around, settling her own dripping cunt over Mishaka's mouth. They moved together, tongues and fingers meeting slick heat until the room echoed with wet sounds and raw gasps. Both came again, sharp and sudden, bodies twisting, thighs quivering. And that was the way Mishaka welcomed herself to a brand-new country.