The Russian Doll Show

Margo stepped off the plane sore from eighteen hours of Russia to New York. At the desk she met Dani, small hands, clean nails, calm eyes. Dani led her back, stripped the robe from her shoulders, and pressed oil into the stiff muscles of her back and thighs. “Your body is beautiful,” Dani said, working slow circles over Margo’s ass. When those hands glided up and took both breasts, Margo tensed for a moment, but the pressure felt too good to fight. Heat pooled low in her belly. She told Dani to undress. Dani’s clothes hit the floor. Soft tan skin, small firm breasts, shaved smooth between her legs. Margo’s cunt clenched at the sight. Dani climbed onto the table, slid two fingers between Margo’s slick folds, and at the same time lowered her own pussy onto Margo’s mouth. They moved together, hips rolling, tongues stroking swollen clits while fingers worked deep and steady. Margo’s thighs started to shake first; she came hard, voice muffled against Dani’s soaked pussy. Dani followed seconds later, pulsing around Margo’s tongue, the wet sound of both women filling the quiet room.