Massage My Wife

Scarlett took the call. Kagney’s husband wanted it recorded. He wanted to watch his wife with another woman. Scarlett agreed. Kagney lay facedown on the table, skin bare under the sheet. Scarlett pressed warm oil into her back, thumbs sliding over every knot. The camera blinked red in the corner. Kagney lifted her head. She looked straight at it. “You think I don’t know what this is?” she snapped. Then, louder, at the lens: “I’ll fuck her, but you get nothing. Not a single frame.” Scarlett froze, hands still on Kagney’s hips. Kagney rolled over, bare breasts catching the light. She pulled Scarlett down and kissed her, slow and open. Scarlett had never kissed a woman. Her mouth softened, tasting another woman’s tongue. Kagney spread Scarlett’s thighs. She kissed lower, tongue parting her, licking the wetness already there. Scarlett’s hips lifted, breath catching. Kagney worked her clit in tight circles until Scarlett came hard, thighs shaking. Kagney climbed over her face, lowering her cunt onto Scarlett’s mouth. She rocked her hips, ass flexing, riding the girl’s tongue until she broke and came loud. They turned, sliding into sixty-nine. Their shaved pussies met, slick and hot. They ground together, clits catching, hips jerking in quick rhythm. Moans filled the room until both girls stiffened and climaxed at the same time. Scarlett lay still, chest rising and falling. Kagney leaned close, lips at her ear. “This stays between us.”