Relaxation Strategies

Stevie staggered out of her room, raw from dealing with the worst client she’d had all week. She spilled the whole mess to Brynn—how the guy couldn’t stop running his mouth, how the session dragged on forever. Brynn just listened, eyes already darkening, then offered what they both knew would follow. No hesitation. Stevie peeled off her top and dropped face-down on the table. Brynn’s hands went straight to work, slow circles then deeper pressure, pushing every knot loose. Stevie tilted her head, voice low and husky. “Those new tits look ridiculous on you, in the best way.” Brynn smirked, leaned in so her breasts brushed Stevie’s cheek. “Still tender. Rub ’em for me.” Stevie didn’t ask twice. Her palms closed around the warm, heavy flesh, thumbs sweeping over tight nipples. Brynn hissed, but she didn’t pull away. The massage turned into something hungrier—open mouths, teeth on throats, fingers sliding down slick skin. When Brynn’s hand finally slipped between Stevie’s thighs and drove two fingers straight into her cunt, Stevie bucked hard, grinding down on the pressure. Brynn fucked her fast, knuckles deep, wrist flexing in tight, mean strokes until Stevie’s thighs locked and she came in one hot, strangled rush. Brynn didn’t wait for her to finish shaking. She swung a leg over, straddled Stevie’s face, and dropped that wet pussy onto her tongue while she bent and licked Stevie open again. The new 69 was filthy and perfect—mouths and fingers everywhere, both of them loud, both of them greedy. Another orgasm ripped through Stevie, sharper than the first, just as Brynn shuddered and soaked her tongue. Afterwards they lay tangled on the narrow table, sweat cooling, hearts still kicking. Stress gone. Problem solved.