Red On Blonde

A friend mentioned a place. Danni booked it. Swedish massage, she told Dianna when she arrived. Dianna took one slow look and decided something else would happen. She told Danni to strip. Naked, self-conscious, Danni lay still. Dianna’s hands were strong at first, then slid higher, working inside Danni’s soft inner thighs until her breath caught. “If this helps,” Dianna said, “I’ll lose my clothes too.” She did, dropping every stitch. At the sight, Danni stopped being embarrassed and started to feel hot. Once bare, Dianna bent low and ran her fingers over Danni’s damp slit, spreading her open. Her tongue followed, slow and wet, flicking the swollen clit in tight circles until Danni moaned into the quiet room. Dianna lingered there, licking with steady pressure until Danni’s thighs began to shake. She stood, opened a drawer, and pulled out a thick silicone dildo. She worked the head against Danni’s entrance, pressing until the girl opened for it. One firm thrust buried the shaft to the base. Dianna fucked her with hard, even strokes, the wet sounds sharp and intimate. Danni came fast, hips jerking, a hoarse cry breaking free. Her body spasmed hard enough that Dianna had to steady the table so she didn’t slide right off.