Self Defense

Lyra opens the door and Edyn pulls her into a headlock before the massage even starts. They laugh about the moves from class. Lyra has already forgotten half of them and her hand brushes Edyn's groin by accident. Edyn strips. Lyra looks away until she climbs onto the table face down. The first strokes land on Edyn's ass. Lyra marvels at how soft the skin feels under her palms. They talk. Edyn says she dropped her boyfriend and has been seeing girls instead. Lyra asks her to roll over. When Edyn turns, Lyra spots the tattoo above her thick dark bush and the swell of her heavy breasts. Edyn tries to hide them with her arms, but Lyra moves them aside and begins to knead the soft flesh. Working lower, she lifts one foot, runs her tongue along the sole, and says the lotion tastes sweet. Her hand glides back up Edyn's body and slips between her legs. Fingers part her lips. Lyra leans in, licks once, blames the lotion again. Edyn's hips twitch. She asks for more. Lyra guides Edyn's own finger to her clit, then strips bare and climbs onto the table. Her tongue works quick and steady until Edyn comes with a sharp gasp. They grind together, wet skin sliding over wet skin, until Edyn pulls Lyra down and returns the favor. Edyn ends up on all fours. Lyra fingers her from behind while her tongue circles the tight ring of her ass. Then Lyra slips beneath her and they sixty-nine until Edyn's mouth pulls a hard, shaking orgasm from Lyra's body. Lyra flips the script, sucking Edyn's clit until she comes again, loud and sudden against Lyra's tongue.