Girlfriend Experience

Rayveness had Taylor stretched out on the table, chatting like old friends. The younger woman was already humming with need. One round of hands on her skin and her pulse still hammered between her legs. Rayveness tilted her head. “I’d have let that guy finish what he started.” Taylor wet her lips. “He isn’t who I’m thinking about.” The air snapped. Rayveness smiled slow and stood. “Take your clothes off.” Oil glistened in the lamplight. She poured a generous stream down Taylor’s spine, then leaned in, breasts pressed warm against slick skin. Every glide of palms became longer, firmer. Fingers brushed the underside of full tits, skimmed the swell of hips, slipped between thighs already parted. The table creaked softly beneath them. Taylor’s breath broke each time those hands traveled lower. Heat gathered, wet and tight. She lifted her hips without thinking. Rayveness read the silent plea, slid two fingers through slick folds and pressed deep. She pumped them in a steady rhythm, heel of her hand grinding against the swollen clit. Taylor came with a sharp cry, thighs shaking, cunt clenching around those fingers. Rayveness kept working her through it, gentle now, until the trembling eased. She withdrew slowly, leaving a glistening trail, then bent to kiss the flushed curve of Taylor’s ass.