Daydreamer

Kitana Lure sits back and watches the pretty face on her tablet. The blonde wants the same high cheeks, the same heavy tits every other girl is flashing. Plastic promises perfection, or so the fantasy goes. Kitana knows better. She rises from her desk, crosses the sunlit office, and finds the brunette waiting on the exam table, robe open, breasts already bare. The surgeon’s fingers move slowly, testing weight and softness, tracing the faint stretch marks that surgery can’t erase. The brunette bites her lip, watching the older woman. The air thickens. Kitana slips two fingers between parted thighs, finds slick heat, and the younger woman spreads wider. No fantasy here. Just skin, breath, the wet sound of each slow thrust. Kitana curls her knuckles, and the brunette arches, a low moan slipping free. Sweat glistens between large breasts. Later the young woman will walk out with instructions, a new mouth, a future appointment. She’ll never look exactly like the picture on the tablet. She’ll look like herself, touched by the woman who couldn’t stop touching her.