My Birthday Experience

Marie had a massage gift card burning a hole in her wallet. First time for everything. She told Cherry that much the second she walked in. Cherry's eyes sharpened at the admission, like she'd been handed something delicate she intended to break open carefully. Cherry started slow, warm oil sliding over skin, hands moving down Marie's spine then along the length of each arm. Tension melted, joints softened, breath evened. Then those same hands drifted inward, gliding between her thighs. Marie tensed. Cherry didn't stop. "This is normal," she murmured, and the reassurance sounded almost bored, almost routine. She nudged Marie's legs wider, dropped her mouth to wet heat, and licked a slow stripe up the center of her cunt like it was hers to taste. Clothes came off. Cherry climbed on, turning without ceremony so her own pussy hovered above Marie's mouth. Tongue and fingers worked in tandem, Cherry's mouth busy between Marie's legs while her slick fingers stroked and pressed until Marie's thighs trembled and the orgasm hit sharp and sudden. Marie licked back, uncertain but hungry. Each stroke of her tongue and tentative rub of her fingers earned quiet sounds from above. "Is this right?" she asked into slick skin. Cherry came hard, hips stuttering, thighs tightening around Marie's face, answer enough.