Nice To SEE You

Madi Collins showed up with her shoulder aching, knotty, stubborn as hell. Octavia Red had the fix—hands trained, oil warmed, table set in the living room. First massage, Madi stripped without modesty, laid face-down, skin bare under the ceiling light. Octavia caught herself staring, pulse quickening, yet the first strokes stayed clinical: long glides over shoulders, firm pressure down the spine. She worked in silence, letting each palm drag warm oil across tight muscle, spreading Madi open inch by inch until her touch grazed the side of one breast, brushed the upper curve of a thigh. Madi twitched, breath hitching, but didn’t tell her to stop. Octavia slid lower, tracing the backs of Madi’s legs, sweeping up to cup ass cheeks with practiced ease. Madi felt fingers trace the seam between them, slide inward to tease slick lips parted under oil. A soft moan slipped out. The table creaked as Madi lifted her hips, instinctively seeking more. Octavia pressed two fingers inside, thumb circling clit with precise rhythm while her other hand stayed anchored on Madi’s spine, holding her steady. They kissed when Madi flipped onto her back, mouths slow at first, tasting, then hungry. Octavia shed her own shirt one-handed, straddled Madi’s thigh, ground wet heat down as she fingered her harder. Madi reached up, squeezed Octavia’s tits, thumbed her nipples until both women trembled. Octavia dropped lower, licked a wet stripe from Madi’s navel to her clit, tongue flicking fast, then flattened and broad, sucking until Madi gasped. She tasted salt and lotion, felt Madi’s fingers knot in her hair, hips bucking. When she came, it was sudden and loud, thighs clamped around Octavia’s head. Octavia climbed up, kissed Madi deep so she could taste herself, then sank onto her fingers, riding Madi’s palm in tight circles until she followed her over, slick coating knuckles, muscles fluttering. The massage table rocked under them, oil slicked between bodies, moans mixing in the quiet room.