Which One

Shay Parker wanted a woman’s hands. She told the masseuse she’d take Alyssa Reece. Alyssa slicked her palms with oil and worked up the length of Shay’s legs. Shay watched the pale fingers slide higher until they brushed the soft, slick heat between her thighs. She took one of Alyssa’s wrists and pressed that hand straight to her pussy. Alyssa bent and took a nipple into her mouth, pulling hard enough that Shay felt it low in her belly. She loosened the sash on her purple satin robe and climbed onto the table. Her skin dragged against Shay’s, warm and oiled. Alyssa kissed the inside of Shay’s thigh, kissed the hollow just above the mound, then pursed her lips and let one slow breath drift across the exposed clit. The cool air made Shay twitch. Alyssa smiled, opened her mouth, and drew the swollen flesh between her lips. Two fingers slid along Shay’s wet folds, shallow at first, then deeper, curling until Shay shuddered and came around them. Shay rose on one elbow. Her free hand guided Alyssa’s hips until the other woman straddled her face. She dragged her tongue through the slick cleft above her and settled in to return the favor.