Special Body Massage

Lola stepped in still aching from the barbell session. Loni led her to a low-lit room, handed her a towel, and told her to strip. Once Lola lay face-down, Loni’s hands found every tight muscle, thumbs pressing deep until knots yielded. The touch slipped lower. A palm brushed the inside of Lola’s thigh, then cupped her cunt, fingers warm and firm. Lola tensed. Loni paused. “It’s just the happy-ending package,” Lola said, voice low. Loni exhaled and began to circle her clit. Lola parted her thighs wider; Loni’s tongue followed, slow and sure, flattening over slick folds until Lola bucked and came with a short cry. Lola reached up, hungry now. “I want yours.” Loni peeled off her uniform, climbed over Lola’s mouth, and settled into a sixty-nine. The air thickened with wet sounds and gasps. They licked greedily, thighs trembling, faces buried, until release hit both of them at once—sharp, deep, shared.