The Plot Thickens

Rayveness thanked Taylor for lending a hand with the last client. Taylor admitted she’d liked it more than she’d expected, though the sheer intimacy of the rub still startled her. “I’m horny,” she said bluntly. “Little tense too. Think I need one of those massages myself to shake off how hot that was.” Rayveness had her strip and stretch out on the padded table. At first the touch stayed soft—fingertips skating over skin with teasing pressure, palms that opened and closed with every slow pass down Taylor’s back. The sensation built, warm oil smoothing the friction, until the strokes grew bolder, pressing harder, circling lower. Taylor shifted, voice low. “You’re still wearing everything. Not fair.” Rayveness smiled and undressed without hurry, the slide of fabric falling away the only sound between them. Skin met skin, her breasts brushing Taylor’s shoulders, nipples tightening as she leaned close. She slid one knee onto the table, straddling the backs of Taylor’s thighs, then worked her hands under the girl’s hips to cup her ass, squeezing and spreading with deliberate greed. Oil slicked everything now—Rayveness’s fingers coasting between cheeks, tracing the rim of Taylor’s hole before drifting lower to tease slick folds. Taylor moaned, open-mouthed against the table, hips lifting, chasing the pressure. Rayveness rolled her onto her back, knee parting her legs wider. She bent, sucking a nipple hard, teeth grazing, while two fingers pushed inside with one slow thrust. Taylor’s back arched, breath hitching. Rayveness added a third, curling deep, thumb riding circles over her clit until every wet sound filled the small room. Taylor came hard—body jerking, thighs clamping around Rayveness’s wrist, mouth open in a silent cry. When she finally exhaled, she knew this particular massage would be impossible to forget.