I'm Finally Here

Ashley had heard all the stories from her friends. When she finally booked the appointment, Asa met her at the door and showed her the way. Inside the room she stripped, climbed onto the table, and let the white towel settle across her hips. Asa started at the inner thighs. Slow, deliberate strokes, skin sliding on skin, until her hands edged higher, cupping the curve of Ashley’s ass, thumbs sinking into soft flesh. Ashley breathed out, lifted her hips without thinking. She rolled onto her back. The towel slipped to the floor. She left it there. “I don’t need that,” she said, voice low. “Take yours off too.” Asa stepped out of her clothes. The quiet slide of cotton, the faint hush of skin meeting skin. Then she climbed up, palms warm and sure on Ashley’s breasts, mouth already finding hers. The kiss went deep fast—no teasing left. Ashley grabbed her waist and hauled her over, turning her around so they faced opposite directions, lips and tongues already slick between each other’s thighs. Asa licked in long, hungry strokes while two fingers worked inside Ashley, precise and insistent until Ashley’s thighs shook and she came hard, breath stuttering against Asa’s cunt. Asa didn’t pause. She pressed down, grinding, slick folds sliding over Ashley’s mouth. Ashley opened wider, sucked her clit, tongue buried, until Asa clenched, shuddered, and spilled wet heat across her lips and chin. When it ended, Ashley lay catching her breath, legs still loose, taste of Asa on her tongue. Best session she’d ever paid for.