Double Action

Ashley dragged herself in wrecked from the constant pressure, exams grinding her down until every muscle ached. Nikki had sworn this was the answer. Meet India at the door and she looked like sin wrapped in clean linen. “Back and shoulders first,” Ashley muttered, pointing where it hurt. India’s hands started there, long firm strokes melting the knots until Ashley moaned into the sheet. Then India kept moving lower. Without warning her palm slid under the towel and cupped Ashley’s pussy, fingers testing heat. Ashley jerked. “Stop.” India laughed low, stripped off her blouse and let the skirt fall. Naked now, both of them, Ashley stared at smooth skin and tight nipples and felt her resistance crack. India spread her legs, crouched, and dragged a slow tongue over her clit. Each flick precise. Ashley bucked, then seized, voice hoarse when she came hard across India’s mouth. India climbed up, straddled Ashley’s face, lowered until wet folds pressed against parted lips. Ashley licked, greedy, tasting salt and heat while India rocked above her. When it finished Ashley left lighter, pain gone, mouth still carrying the flavor of what had saved her.