Soccer Is Physical

Nina Elle sits close on the edge of the exam table, hands already on Mattie Borders’s bare calf. She works the bruise with slow, deliberate strokes. Each pass of her palms climbs higher, from shin to knee to the soft inner thigh. Mattie watches her face, breath caught. Then Nina’s thumb grazes the thin band of cotton between Mattie’s legs and lingers. A pause. Mattie opens for her. Nina presses in with two fingers and draws a wet line along Mattie’s seam. The college girl’s hips lift. Nina smiles, leans down, and catches the younger girl’s mouth in a deep, tongue-heavy kiss. She pushes the panties aside and rubs tighter circles until Mattie’s breath breaks. Fingers slide in—slow, then faster—until the girl is shaking, legs spread wide, blonde hair spilling across the table. Nina strips her own shirt off, heavy tits swinging free, and climbs over. She lowers herself until their bare cunts meet, slick and hot. They grind, Mattie’s hand cupping one full breast, thumb flicking the nipple. Sweat shines on both bodies. The massage table creaks. Nina rides harder until Mattie gasps and comes, back arched, fingers digging into the older woman’s ass. Nina follows a heartbeat later, biting her own lip, hips jerking in short, greedy thrusts.