My Bachelorette Party

Layla offers the bride-to-be a Nuru massage to open her bachelorette night. The word naked makes Blair hesitate, but Layla reminds her of their shameless college showers. After a rinse and a slick of oil, Blair stretches out on the mat. Body weight rolls down her back, kneads shoulders, opens hips. Every glide surprises her; skin on skin stays warm and wet. She breathes deep, tells Layla the pressure feels perfect. Then the pattern shifts—pelvis dips lower, inner thighs brush closer—and one soft pass of Layla’s bare slit against hers sends a current straight to her clit. Tension climbs. Layla spreads Blair’s legs wider, buries her mouth between them, sucks and licks until Blair’s hips buck and her breath breaks on low moans. When they switch, Blair drags her tongue along Layla’s slick folds, finding the swollen nub and sucking it hard. Layla’s thighs tighten, her pussy quivers, and she comes against Blair’s open mouth.