Health Club

Lexi Belle's bastard boss swapped her soft chair for a slab of wood. Now she can't even feel her own ass. In struts Lena Nicole, all silk voice and hungry eyes. "Let me fix that," she whispers. They head to the back room. Lena watches Lexi strip, tracking every inch like a sniper. Lexi thinks nothing of it. Same girl parts. No big deal. Lena goes to work. Elbows grind deep into the ache. Fingers slide lower. One sneaky swipe slips between soft, wet lips and Lexi shudders. Lena strips in one quick move and throws herself down. Lexi freezes. Lena smiles like a fox. "Healing process," she purrs. Heat surges between them. Lexi's breath hitches. The choice hangs in the air like smoke.