The Taxi Girl

Jessa had been driving her ass off all day when Val Dodds offered an IOU instead of cash. The scissors snapped shut. Val watched her driver fall apart and decided a massage might ease things. Clothes came off in the shower. Jessa tensed when warm hands slipped between her thighs, but the steady water and steady touch pulled the knots loose. Steam rose. Breasts brushed. Fingers wandered. When the shower stopped they moved to the bath. Val kissed her hard, tongue searching, and Jessa answered. Hands traveled slick skin. Jessa kept telling herself it was fine, until she felt her own need rising too fast. She tried to pull back. Val held her open, mouth pressed tight to Jessa’s cunt, two fingers pinching each nipple until the hips bucked and the first tremor came. Val eased back, letting the moment hover. On the Nuru mat the gel spread between them, body on body, friction and slide. Val swung around, cunt above Jessa’s mouth. They moved without words—tongue, lips, thighs locked—grinding until wet heat spilled over wet heat and both girls shook through it. When Val’s climax crested, she knew her driver would circle back around.