My Turn To Take Care Of You

Adira Allure lounges on the couch when Kayla Paige walks through the door. The blonde masseuse drops her bag with a sigh, complaining that her hands are shot after a long day kneading backs. Adira listens, eyes drifting to the full breasts straining Kayla’s top. She offers to rub Kayla’s palms, a small thank-you for all the free massages Kayla gives her. She wants her turn to take care of Kayla. At first it’s innocent, but Adira’s touch lingers, sliding up smooth forearms to strong shoulders. Kayla’s breath catches. When Adira leans in, lips brushing her neck, the surprise on Kayla’s face lasts only a second. She admits she’s wanted this too, too nervous to risk their friendship until now. The space between them vanishes. Adira’s greedy hands cup Kayla’s heavy tits while Kayla’s fingers slip beneath her roommate’s waistband. They move together to the bedroom, shedding clothes until Kayla’s thighs part over Adira’s eager mouth and Adira’s wet cunt hovers above Kayla’s tongue. They sixty-nine, each devouring the other, fingers buried deep, hips rocking in a steady rhythm that carries them both over the edge.