The Softball Player

Ayumi Anime is out in the yard, swinging at softballs, when she trips and goes down hard. She phones Jessa Rhodes. Jessa remembers Ayumi's body the moment the call connects and tells her she's coming over now. She steps inside and watches Ayumi peel the pink uniform off. Every button undone leaves another inch of pale skin bare. Jessa guides her onto the table, oils her palms, and moves over every tight muscle—hips, waist, then deeper between parted thighs. Jessa shifts closer. She cups Ayumi's small, firm tits, thumbs flicking the stiff nipples, then trails her tongue down until it parts the bare, soft folds between Ayumi's legs. Two fingers press inside, curling, stroking until Ayumi's hips lift off the table and she cries out, shaking. Before the spasms fade, Jessa swings a thigh over Ayumi's mouth and lowers her slick cunt to it. Ayumi licks greedily. They twist into a sixty-nine, mouths working in the same hungry rhythm, the room thick with the wet, slick sound of tongues against trembling flesh.