California Experience

Cece watches her from the doorway, eyes hungry. Britney lies face-down on the table, blonde hair spilling over the edge. The new girl still has that fresh-from-suburbia look. Cece drizzles warm oil across her back, rubs it in slow, then faster, working her fingers deep into the muscles. She leans forward, letting her own dark hair brush Britney’s oiled skin, and breathes heavier with every stroke. When she reaches the upper thighs, she slides her thumbs higher, parts those soft lips for the lens, watches Britney’s hips twitch. Britney rolls over without being asked. Her nipples stand up tight, begging. Cece smiles like she just found something forbidden and priceless. “Happy endings?” she murmurs, voice low. “My specialty.” Britney answers by opening her legs wide, knees falling apart. Cece drops between them, tongue already slick, and licks straight up the center. Then she reaches under the table for the glass dildo she keeps only for the ones she wants to ruin in the best way. She coats it in oil, lines it up, and pushes inside while her mouth stays busy, making wet, hungry sounds that fill the room.