Audition Nerves

Briana had an audition breathing down her neck, tension knotting every muscle. She stepped into the parlor and went straight for Kortney. Kortney took her hand, eyes glinting, and led her to the steaming tub. Kortney’s palms settled on Briana’s bare shoulders, firm then softening, easing the ache. Her hands slid lower, cupping Briana’s breasts, thumbs circling stiff nipples. Briana’s breath caught as Kortney’s tongue replaced her fingers between Briana’s thighs, licking slow, deliberate, hungry. They left the water dripping and moved to the air mattress. Briana swung a leg over Kortney’s face; Kortney’s mouth closed over her cunt at once. Briana dipped low, burying her own tongue between Kortney’s slick folds. Their hips rolled, thighs quivering, until both came hard—wet heat spurting against tongues, bodies locking in shuddering release.