Self Defense

Masseuse Lyra Law opens the door to find her self-defense instructor Edyn Blair standing there for her appointment. Edyn catches her off guard, wraps her arm around Lyra’s neck, and pulls her into a headlock. They both laugh while they trade moves they half-remember. Lyra reaches out in the chaos and her hand brushes Edyn’s crotch. She feels the heat and pulls away fast. Edyn steps out of her clothes. Lyra keeps her eyes on the wall, polite, not looking. The moment Edyn settles face-down on the table, Lyra pours warm oil across the round of her ass and presses both palms into the muscle. She tells her the skin is fucking soft. They catch up. Edyn admits her boyfriend is history. She’s been seeing girls here and there. Lyra asks her to roll onto her back. A small tattoo rises over Edyn’s hip. Between her legs sits a thick, dark bush. Edyn’s arms shoot up to cover her breasts. Lyra moves them aside without hesitation and slides her slick hands over the soft flesh, thumbs brushing the nipples until they stiffen. She works down the length of Edyn’s legs. When she reaches the feet she lowers her mouth, licks slowly across the sole, then straightens up like nothing happened. “Must be the lotion.” Her palms sweep upward again, brushing Edyn’s pussy in one unbroken stroke. She parts the thighs wider, sinks her fingers into the tender crease at the very top. She leans in once more, flicks her tongue against the wet lips, pulls back with the same excuse. Edyn’s breath catches. She says she wants more. Lyra guides Edyn’s own finger down to her clit and leaves it there. While she undresses, the massage table creaks beneath the shift in weight. Naked now, Lyra climbs up, settles between Edyn’s open thighs, and seals her mouth over the swollen clit. Her tongue moves quick and sure. Edyn comes in sharp, tight spasms against it. Lyra swings a thigh over Edyn’s hips and grinds their slick cunts together, wet lips sliding and catching. Then she turns, lowers her own pussy onto Edyn’s mouth. Edyn sucks greedily. Lyra’s hips jerk; the orgasm tears through her and she bites her own lip to stay quiet. She puts Edyn on her knees, slides two fingers deep into her cunt from behind, and presses her tongue to the tight ring of Edyn’s ass, working both holes in steady rhythm. Lyra slips beneath her again so they can 69. Edyn rides Lyra’s face until her thighs start to shake, then flattens her tongue and draws another long, loud climax out of her. Lyra returns the favor, holding Edyn open and licking without mercy until Edyn comes so hard her arms give out and she collapses onto the warm sheet, gasping.