The Repeat Client

Jayden Cole walked into Roger’s spa and realized her usual woman wasn’t there. A purple-haired beauty stepped up and introduced herself as Ryder Skye. Jayden’s clothes hit the floor in seconds. She stretched out, facedown, and gave simple orders: lower back and ass only. Ryder’s palms pressed into smooth skin, seeking knots, but every few strokes Jayden whispered for her to move closer to the slit between her cheeks. Ryder slid away to Jayden’s soles instead. The client just laughed. “This isn’t any massage parlor,” Jayden said. “Roger's place has extras.” She flipped over, placed Ryder’s reluctant hands on her own small breasts, then sighed when Ryder jerked away and massaged her own knuckles instead. “You’re dressed. That’s why you’re stiff.” Jayden tugged off Ryder’s top, skirt, and simple black thong. The moment bare skin met bare skin, Jayden’s mouth sealed over the tiny tattoos circling Ryder’s clit. Ryder’s thighs trembled, opened wider. Jayden licked slow, soft kisses, teasing with the very tip of her tongue until Ryder’s hips bucked once, hard, and the purple-haired girl came with a sharp gasp. Jayden climbed into Ryder’s lap, their pussies slick and warm. They ground together in an even rhythm, clit on clit, skin slapping skin. Panting, Jayden swung a thigh over Ryder’s mouth. “Your turn,” she ordered. Ryder’s tongue pushed inside, tasting the flavor of the woman who’d just ridden her, and Jayden rocked until her own climax poured out in short, hot pulses. The question hangs: will Jayden book Ryder Skye for every visit from now on?