Make It Slow

Siri Dahl’s been grinding for weeks. When Liv Revamped offers a massage, Siri slips out of her clothes and stretches out naked on the table. Liv drizzles warm oil over pale skin and begins long strokes down the length of her back, fingers sinking into the soft curve of each ass cheek before gliding back up. Her breath catches at the way Siri’s body responds—nipples tightening, thighs parting ever so slightly. The towel that should be hiding what Liv is staring at slips off the table. Liv’s palms slide lower, cupping full ass until a quiet moan slips from Siri’s lips. Need pulses between them, and Liv’s thumbs trace the cleft of Siri’s ass, tracing oil into skin that’s already slick. Siri lifts her hips in silent invitation. Liv leans in, pressing her mouth to the back of Siri’s neck, teeth grazing before fingers slide forward and spread her open. Two slick digits part the wet seam of her cunt, tracing each swollen fold and circling her clit in slow, deliberate spirals. Siri rocks into the touch, greedy for more. Liv fucks her with two fingers and a thumb planted over her clit, knuckles buried to the hilt, while her other hand reaches between her own thighs to work her pussy in time. They move faster, oil shining on flushed skin, breath turning to ragged gasps. Siri comes first, a sharp cry muffled against the table, cunt clenching around Liv’s fingers. Liv follows seconds later, biting down on her own forearm to keep from moaning too loud. When the spasms ease, Liv climbs onto the table, settling between Siri’s parted legs. She grinds their wet cunts together, slick sliding against slick, hips rolling in practiced rhythm until both women are shaking again. Fingertips dig into soft hips, teeth meet collarbones, names are whispered like secrets. They stay like that until their skin is slick with sweat and oil and they’ve pulled every last drop of pleasure from one another’s bodies.