Left All Alone

Danni shows up for her appointment, already wound tight. Her husband, the big-shot producer, is never around. Tonight she came for a rub-down and nothing else. Devon works her from scalp to heels, then tells her to flip. Danni turns over without bothering to cover herself. Breasts out, nipples stiff, she waits. Devon’s hands take the hint, kneading those full tits until Danni’s breath hitches, then sliding lower. Devon’s fingers find slick heat. Two strokes and Danni’s thighs tense; moans slip out, louder each time Devon circles her clit. Danni doesn’t just want release—she wants more. Devon strips, climbs over her, knees planted on either side of her head. Danni grabs Devon’s hips and pulls her down, tongue sliding into tight, wet folds, tasting salt and heat. Devon grinds once, then settles. Below her, Danni licks and sucks, hands gripping perfect ass, until Devon’s thighs tremble. Pleasure rolls through both of them—deep, wet, unhurried. Her husband’s name doesn’t come up again.