My First Massage

Briana knocked, got nothing back. Pushed inside anyway. There was Rayveness, robe half-open, earbuds in, rubbing lotion across her tits like nothing mattered. Briana almost bailed. Then Rayveness glanced up, smiled like sin, and waved her in. First massage. Bad back from a stupid work fall. Clothes hit the floor. Stomach down on the table. Oil hit skin next—warm, slow, everywhere. Then Rayveness climbed up, body against body, tits sliding over Briana's back, thighs pressed tight. Heat built fast. Oil slicked between them. Briana's breath turned ragged. She was soaked before she knew it. Rayveness didn't stop. Fingers worked lower, lips followed, until both of them were tangled and grinding, slick and loud and raw.