Can I Touch You There

Nothing loosens you up like a warm massage. Xene Jay and Ella Tylor knew exactly how to press, how to stroke. With oil on their palms, they drew those slow circles up Xene’s ass, then pushed deep along the curve of her back. The rhythm pulled a moan from her throat. Without thinking, Xene rolled onto her back. Ella’s mouth was already there—hungry, slick, taking everything Xene could give and drawing it out to the last drop.