Girl Touch

The room smelled like warm skin and jasmine oil. Blake pressed the heels of her palms into the curve of Millie’s lower back and felt muscle give under her hands. Millie’s breath stuttered into the towel. She lifted her hips a fraction, an ask. Blake took the hint, slid one slick hand lower until her thumb circled the cleft between Millie’s cheeks, then traced down between her legs. The heat there met her fingers before she touched it. She parted Millie’s thighs, ran two fingertips along her cunt, gathering the slick that already waited. Millie moaned openly, unembarrassed, pushing into the stroke. Blake teased the opening, letting the tip of her finger dip, withdraw, dip again, until Millie rocked harder. Then she slid in up to the first knuckle, curling, and a second finger joined. Wet sounds followed, soft and regular. With her free hand, Blake reached for the bottle again, poured a little more oil across Millie’s ass so it slid down in shiny trails. She worked both hands now, one fucking slow and deliberate while the other smoothed oil over flushed skin and down again to circle her swollen clit. Millie’s thighs trembled; she spread them wider. Blake moved in tighter, added a third finger, felt the stretch give under steady pressure, watched a fresh spill of wetness coat her knuckles. Millie came with a low, throaty sound, clenching around Blake’s fingers. For a moment everything was pulse and breath, until Blake slipped her hand free, slick from knuckle to wrist, then brought it to Millie’s mouth. Millie tasted herself off Blake’s fingers, tongue curling slow, finishing what they’d both started.