She Knows What I Like

Jenna Sativa shows up expecting Abigail. Instead, Izzy Lush is there, ready with the table. Jenna hesitates. She likes things just so. Izzy smiles, promises she knows what she’s doing, and points to the new bolster. Jenna strips, climbs up, hips lifted, ass perfectly presented. Oil glistens. Izzy’s palms glide over each cheek, fingers spread, thumbs tracing the cleft before they slide down smooth thighs and over the arches of Jenna’s feet. Every stroke deliberate. Jenna’s breath slows. The bolster comes out. Jenna rolls. Izzy’s hands move upward, cupping soft breasts, thumbs brushing nipples until they peak. Then lower. Two fingers part the neat dark hair and press inside. Jenna gasps. Izzy’s mouth closes around one nipple, sucking in time with the steady thrust of her fingers. Their mouths meet, hungry. Izzy sheds her clothes. Skin against skin. Jenna’s legs wrap around her. She’s clearly glad she stayed.