A Visitor From Australia

After thirteen hours from Australia, Mishaka steps off the plane sore and craving touch. She chooses a massage first, before food or sleep. Chase works her calves and thighs with warm oil, pressing deeper until her thumbs graze the softest skin between Mishaka’s legs. Mishaka parts them. When Chase’s knuckles brush the wet seam again, she asks for a happy ending. Chase answers by stripping bare, folding the sheet back, and lowering her mouth straight onto Mishaka’s cunt. She spreads her with two fingers, tongue flicking in tight, quick strokes. Mishaka comes loud, clutching the edges of the table. Chase climbs over, swinging her hips into position, and Mishaka drags her tongue through slick folds above her until Chase grinds hard and shakes. They trade rhythm, mouths busy, until the second rush hits both of them at once.