Martial Arts Accident

Megan's hitting her stride on an afternoon run when Adrianna calls, voice low, asking if she'll drop everything and help her train. Megan shows up loaded with gear, sweat still cooling on her skin. Adrianna leads her through the drills, breath sharp, muscles tight. Then a hiss of pain—groin pull. Megan drops to her knees, fingers already working that ache. The touch turns into something more. Clothes come off. Megan's palms slide everywhere, slow and firm, until Adrianna's breathing changes. She says she'll take care of her, and she does—parts her thighs, lowers her mouth, laps and sucks at that swollen clit. Adrianna gasps, hips rising, and then she spins around, they lock in, tongues tasting each other hot and wet. Faces buried, thighs trembling, they grind and lick until Megan gets exactly what she came for: a deep, throbbing orgasm that leaves her shaking.