Ana Foxxx comforts her friend Summer Day after a break up

Ana Foxxx moves through her workout, sweat gliding down her back. Summer Day bends forward on the mat, thighs tight, hips high. A notification lights Summer’s phone and her face drops. She reads the text twice, lips trembling. Ana straightens, towel across her shoulders, watching the shift in Summer’s posture. The room quiets, broken only by Summer’s uneven breath. Ana steps close, hands warm on Summer’s shaking shoulders. "He just let you go," she murmurs, pressing a slow kiss behind Summer’s ear. Summer leans back into the heat of Ana’s chest. Fingers trail down Summer’s ribs, slip under the thin fabric, circle the tightening peaks until Summer gasps. Ana sinks to her knees, palms gliding down Summer’s thighs, parting them with steady pressure. She kisses the inside of one, then the other, until Summer’s shorts give way beneath gentle tugs. Her tongue finds the swollen heat already wet, licks a slow, confident path from base to tip and back again. Summer’s fingers tangle in Ana’s braids, hips rocking forward, soft sounds spilling each time Ana’s tongue strokes the pulsing clit. Ana’s lips close around it, sucking in a steady rhythm while two fingers slide inside, knuckle-deep, filling her in slow, deliberate strokes. Summer’s thighs quiver around Ana’s shoulders, her climax rolling through her with long, pulsing waves. Ana kisses the flushed skin one last time, then rises to catch Summer’s mouth, both tasting of salt and sweat.