Let's Get You Warmed Up

Sheena Ryder waits in her empty studio, checking the clock. When Ailee Anne finally pushes through the door she’s drenched, hair plastered to her face, coat dripping. She mumbles an apology about the sudden downpour. Sheena’s expression softens. Without a word she brings out fresh towels and lets Ailee peel off every soaked layer. Pale skin meets warm air. Once Ailee lies on the table, face down, Sheena warms a dollop of gel between her palms and spreads it over the chilled back and legs. The heat draws a small sigh. She sets smooth basalt stones along the spine and the curve of each thigh. The stones sink into muscle, coaxing blood to the surface. A slow slide begins—stone tracing the round swell of Ailee’s ass, dipping between, coaxing heat deeper. A quiet catch of breath slips from Ailee. Sheena reads it, voice low: “Want me to keep going?” A nod is all it takes. Oil-slick fingers move lower, parting the soft lips, circling until Ailee’s hips lift. Sheena rolls her onto her back; the stones return to full breasts, nipples drawn tight from cold and new attention. When the stones are set aside, Sheena’s mouth replaces them—tongue flattening over the swollen clit, tasting the first rush of wet. She straightens, unbuttons her crisp white coat, lets it fall. Bare skin meets bare skin. She climbs over Ailee, knees straddling her shoulders, lowering until they meet mouth to cunt in a slow, mutual 69. Every stroke of tongue pulls more heat up from the center of Ailee’s body until the chill is nothing but memory.