Honoring Her Legacy

Lydia Black steps into the empty parlor with Charlotte Sins close behind, the heavy door thudding shut behind them. She inherited the place from her parent, but has no plans to keep it. The idea of learning another skill at this point feels exhausting, and she'd rather sell and walk away clean. Charlotte won't let it happen that easy. "Don't throw it away yet," she says, shedding her clothes without a second thought. She stretches out on the table. "You might like it. Try." At first Lydia's hands hover like they belong to someone else. Charlotte's body is warm and slick under oil. Lydia's palms skim over smooth skin, slipping between shoulder blades, around ribs, down the backs of thighs. The rhythm starts to settle into her wrists. Charlotte's soft moans slip out every time Lydia presses just right. Lydia's grip grows surer. Fingers dip along the curve of Charlotte's ass, then slide between parted thighs. Charlotte lifts her hips, wet and open, giving Lydia silent permission. Lydia strokes her clit with slow, deliberate circles, feeling her friend tremble under her touch. A quick, firm rhythm builds until Charlotte comes with a long, shuddering sigh against the table. Lydia stands there breathing fast, hands still wet. For the first time the business doesn't feel like a burden. It feels like something she might actually want to keep.