Kira opens the door. Victoria stands there in black yoga pants and a fitted tank, massage table folded under her arm. Kira's smile spreads fast—she's been waiting. Victoria steps inside, sets up in the living room, sheets crisp over the table. Kira drops her robe, bare skin already warm under the afternoon light. Victoria's hands start slow, oil slick on Kira's back, thumbs pressing deep. Minutes later her own clothes hit the floor. She climbs onto the table, knees on either side of Kira's hips, body gliding, breasts brushing the small of Kira's back. The oil transfers skin to skin. Kira feels the wet heat of Victoria pressed against her and moans, thighs parting without thought. Victoria's fingers slide between, slick and certain, working Kira open while her own nipples drag over sweat-slick flesh. The room fills with breath and the wet sound of fingers meeting cunt. Kira comes hard, hips jerking, the table creaking under both of them.
Kira opens the door. Victoria stands there in black yoga pants and a fitted tank, massage table folded under her arm. Kira's smile spreads fast—she's been waiting. Victoria steps inside, sets up in the living room, sheets crisp over the table. Kira drops her robe, bare skin already warm under the afternoon light. Victoria's hands start slow, oil slick on Kira's back, thumbs pressing deep. Minutes later her own clothes hit the floor. She climbs onto the table, knees on either side of Kira's hips, body gliding, breasts brushing the small of Kira's back. The oil transfers skin to skin. Kira feels the wet heat of Victoria pressed against her and moans, thighs parting without thought. Victoria's fingers slide between, slick and certain, working Kira open while her own nipples drag over sweat-slick flesh. The room fills with breath and the wet sound of fingers meeting cunt. Kira comes hard, hips jerking, the table creaking under both of them.