Massage Me Everywhere

Kylie Rocket thanks Aften Opal the moment she walks in. Her boyfriend's latest mood has left her shoulders locked and her thoughts scattered. Aften smiles, ready to ease it all away. Kylie peels off her clothes, lies on the table, and pulls a towel over her back. Aften pours warm oil across her skin and works slowly, pressing deep along the spine, over each shoulder blade, down to the tight curve of her hips. The towel slips lower with every stroke. When Aften finally lifts it away, Kylie does not protest. Bare skin meets sure hands. Aften traces every line, her palms gliding over the roundness of Kylie's breasts, the dip of her waist, the gentle rise of her ass. Kylie exhales hard, the day's weight falling out of her. She starts talking, voice low, about fights and doubt and the growing certainty that women feel different—kinder, sharper, exciting in a way her boyfriend never has. Aften listens, leans in, and kisses the back of Kylie's neck. Kylie turns. Their mouths meet again, slower, wetter. Aften climbs onto the table, straddles Kylie's shoulders, and lowers herself until tongues and fingers find each other at the same time. Kylie moans into Aften's soft thighs while Aften's hand slides between her legs, two fingers pressing and circling until Kylie's hips lift off the padded surface. They turn and shift, bodies aligning, mouths busy. Kylie sucks gently on Aften's clit while Aften's tongue works in tight, steady strokes. Every breath is shorter. Kylie comes first, shaking, thighs trembling around Aften's face. Aften keeps licking through it, then crawls up to straddle Kylie's mouth again, riding until her own release spills warm and sweet across Kylie's tongue.