AllGirlMassage Update - Stretch Me Out

Danni Rivers lay across her bed, textbook open, then set the book aside and tried to match the diagram. She bent deep, stopped. “I don’t think that’s it.” She checked again, stepped toward the full-length mirror, repeated the pose, frowned hard at her reflection. “I don’t understand what I’m doing wrong.” She gave up with a quiet huff, flopped backward, snatched her phone. AJ picked up at once. “Are you having trouble with any of the poses?” Danni asked. “I just can’t get my head around Figure 1 in chapter 6.” A pause. Then AJ offered to come help. “Oh really…? You’d do that? God, thank you—so sweet. In an hour? Perfect. See you soon.” AJ arrived already in her yoga gear, palms pressed together as if arriving to a class. Danni bent forward, ass aimed toward her classmate. “My hamstrings won’t let go,” she said. AJ watched, lips parted, eyes tracing every inch before she told Danni to ease upright and try slower. Danni dropped again. AJ sank to her knees behind her, face level with the smooth seat of Danni’s pants. “You’re pushing past your stretch,” she murmured, palms sliding up the outer thighs. “Here—again.” Hands guided hips back into safe range; Danni shuddered at the contact and kept stretching. They moved through the routine while AJ watched every arch, every lift. Tight leggings outlined the generous curves of both bodies, and AJ didn’t look away. Sweat shimmered on Danni’s neck, her cleavage, the small of her back where fabric clung. AJ licked her lower lip each time Danni folded forward. They finished the last pose. Danni straightened and groaned. “Still tight. I’ll never get this on my own.” AJ rested hands on her hips, smile slow. “I can give you a massage. Same class, remember?” The table sat ready. Danni flushed. “You mean without clothes?” AJ shrugged, eyes gliding over her. “Easier if nothing’s in the way.” Danni peeled off her leggings and tank, climbed onto the sheet stomach-down. AJ poured oil, began with firm, respectful strokes. Soon the strokes lengthened, drifted inward. AJ’s thumbs pressed high, higher. “You’re tight—right here,” she whispered, one palm cupping Danni’s bare pussy. Danni gasped, back arching. “What… my—?” “Pussies need stretching too,” AJ said calmly, fingers tracing slick folds. “Want me to show you?” Danni flushed but stayed still. AJ slipped one finger inside, then a second, licked slow circles around the swollen clit. Danni whimpered and spread wider. AJ added a third finger, withdrew, eased four carefully, rhythmically. Danni’s legs shook. “Please… more,” she breathed. AJ switched places; they rolled together, mouths meeting slick pussies, tongues flicking until thighs quivered. Then AJ straddled, lowered her wetness over Danni’s and ground slow and deep—tribbing until both girls cried out, thighs slick, sheets twisted. Danni arched, gasped AJ’s name, trembling through the first orgasm of her life, learning every intimate move that left her finally, utterly loose.