Open My Chakras

Victoria Voxxx prepares her space with calm purpose. Serene Siren steps inside, still wearing the weariness of her long shift as a nurse. Victoria reads her at once: the energy low, the glow faint. She touches only what the moment asks for. Her palms glide over Serene's shoulders, down the curve of her back, circling each knot until it loosens. The blonde arches under those hands, the tension melting. Victoria's fingers drift lower, parting Serene's thighs, and her mouth finds the warm center waiting there. She licks with slow, steady strokes, tongue tracing every fold, tasting until Serene is slick and open. They move together without hurry. Victoria presses two fingers inside while her tongue keeps working, drawing small, helpless sounds from the brunette on the table. Serene's hips roll, her breath shortens, and the room fills with the quiet rhythm of skin against skin. Each thrust and lick carries her further from exhaustion until she comes with a soft, drawn-out cry, every muscle finally at ease.