The Female Form

Sovereign Syre steps into the massage room and finds Aidra Fox waiting. Sovereign wants more women on her table, but she's out of practice. Aidra offers a lesson. At first Sovereign stays dressed, then she sheds her robe. Aidra's hands glide over bare skin, tracing curves, pressing thumbs into knots, easing tension with a slow, sure touch. Every stroke grows bolder. Aidra slips out of her own clothes, letting Sovereign watch the soft bounce of her natural tits, the smooth line of her waist. She cups Sovereign's breasts, kneading the weight, and Sovereign's breath catches. When Aidra's fingers drift lower and part her lips, Sovereign hesitates, but Aidra promises this is how she keeps her female clients coming back. She strokes the swollen clit in tight circles, then sinks two fingers deep. Sovereign moans, hips lifting. They shift, mouths meeting, tongues sliding. Soon they twist into a 69, each burying her face between the other's thighs. Sovereign licks and sucks, tasting heat and salt, while Aidra rocks against her mouth. They grind, ride, fingers pumping, until both come hard, thighs trembling, gasps filling the quiet room.