She's Tense

Kay Lovely settles onto the couch, shoulders tight from a long week. Natasha Nice steps behind her and lets her hands slide over tense muscle. She kneads slowly, thumbs pressing until the knots give way. Kay exhales. When Natasha presses lower, lips following her thumbs, Kay opens her thighs without thinking. Natasha drops to her knees. She spreads Kay’s legs wider, draws her closer to the edge, then lowers her mouth to the soft thatch between them. The hair is thick, natural. Natasha noses through it, tasting heat. Her tongue parts the curls and finds the slick seam beneath. She licks with long, unhurried strokes, tasting every fold. Kay’s breath catches, then deepens. Kay reaches down, threading her fingers into Natasha’s hair, holding her there. Natasha answers by sucking on the swollen bud, then sliding lower again, flattening her tongue to cover more ground. Every lick draws another rush of wetness. Kay’s hips tilt, chasing the rhythm. They shift. Natasha lies back and Kay straddles her face, knees planted on either side. The new angle lets Natasha reach deeper. She grips Kay’s ass, pulling her down until her mouth is buried. Kay rocks gently, grinding against the steady pressure of tongue and lips. Her clit swells, peeking from its hood, and Natasha sucks it in steady pulses. Natasha’s own legs spread wide. Her cunt glistens, lips parted, the dark hair glistening with her own need. Kay sees it and smiles. She reaches back, finds Natasha’s breast, fills her palm with the heavy weight, thumb circling the stiff nipple. Natasha moans into her cunt, the vibration traveling straight up Kay’s spine. They trade places once more. Kay stretches out on her back, feet resting on Natasha’s shoulders. Natasha lifts one foot, kisses the arch, then draws two toes into her mouth, sucking slowly. Kay laughs, the sound breaking into a moan when Natasha’s fingers slide inside her at the same time. The dual sensation—tongue on her toes, fingers curling against her front wall—pushes her over. Kay comes with a low, broken sound. Her thighs tremble. Natasha keeps licking through it, drinking every fresh pulse of wetness until Kay’s grip loosens and her breathing slows. She slides up Kay’s body, kisses her deep, letting her taste herself on Natasha’s tongue. Kay reaches down, slips two fingers between Natasha’s legs, and begins to return the favor.