Extra Oil Please

Georgia hung up the phone, still chuckling at what happened last time she tried the new stuff. Oil that potent should come with a warning label. She watched the new girl step in—pale, blonde, clearly nervous. This one barely looked her in the eye while peeling off the robe, asking Georgia to turn around. Cute. Georgia rubbed the oil into her palms while the girl stretched out on the table. The moment the slick warmth hit skin, Adriana sucked in a breath. Georgia kept her hands steady, pressing deep along the back, then lower, tracing the curves of her ass, skating dangerously close to where heat was already gathering. Adriana’s thighs trembled. A soft moan slipped out when those fingers dipped between them, brushing right up against slick folds without quite touching. The poor girl went quiet for half a second—then spread wider, hips tipping up like an offering. Georgia didn’t need more of an invitation. She slid two fingers straight over Adriana’s swollen clit, working the swollen bud in tight circles, other hand gripping the blonde’s hip so she couldn’t squirm away. Adriana gasped, voice cracking on every push and slide. The oil made her skin fever-hot, every nerve screaming, and Georgia wasn’t about to stop until the shy little thing was begging loud enough for the neighbors to hear.