That Is Phenomenal!

Erin came in limping. A full night of standing at the show had turned her muscles to stone, so she booked the last appointment and hoped for the best. Aiden met her at the door—lean hips wrapped in a cotton tank, small breasts shifting beneath the fabric. She peeled every stitch from Erin’s skin, then eased her flat onto the warm table. Oil slicked down Erin’s calves. The pressure climbed, slow and intent, until Aiden’s palm slipped higher, cupped one cheek, and slid between. Erin’s breath caught as slick fingers brushed her folds, teasing rather than pressing. No protest came. When the strokes turned deliberate, Erin simply opened wider. Aiden stepped out of her clothes. She climbed onto the table, knees straddling Erin’s head, and lowered until soft, wet heat kissed Erin’s lips. The same moment Aiden’s tongue flattened across Erin’s clit, drawing a low, hungry moan from her throat. Erin answered. She parted Aiden with her thumbs and speared inside, tasting salt and the faint bite of massage oil. Both women rocked in the same tight rhythm—licking, sucking, fingers digging into bare hips—until the table legs scraped across the floor with every thrust.