The Customer Cums Second

Chloe Cherry steps under the spray, water streaming over her tight frame as she works the soap across her breasts. Her fingers drift lower. She parts her legs, stroking her cunt, and a low moan slips out. Adria Rae calls from the front. Late again. She hopes there’s still time for her massage. Chloe answers that she’s nearly done—she can start getting comfortable. Adria perches on the table, bare feet dangling, while the sound of water and Chloe’s quick little breaths fill the room. Minutes later Chloe steps out, wraps a towel, and comes padding into the main space. She smiles, towel clinging. Her husband’s gone for days, she says, and the house feels empty. Glad you came, really. Adria undresses. Chloe pops the cap on the oil and drizzles it down her back. Adria shifts, tells her to lose the towel—skin’s skin between friends, right? Chloe lets it drop. Oil-slick hands glide over muscle, working lower until Adria winces. Chloe climbs onto the table, straddles her, and presses firm circles into that tender spot. Each roll of her hips drags her wet pussy across Adria’s ass; the glide, the press, the heat. Chloe shudders, hips stuttering. Comes fast—hips jerking, breath catching. Adria lifts her head, amused. Must’ve been lonely. She rises, turns, and kisses Chloe slow and sure, tongue coaxing. You need company, she murmurs against Chloe’s lips. I’m right here.