Straight To Business

Work had Giselle wound tight enough to snap. She stripped down, then cinched a white towel just under her arms and waited. Alexis slicked her hands with oil while the robe slipped from Giselle’s shoulders. When the towel hit the floor, Alexis didn’t pause—strong thumbs pressed into Giselle’s calves and climbed, sinking deep between her taut glutes until the tension cracked open. She traced lighter circles along the crease where thigh met ass, fingers straying closer to heat. Giselle lifted her hips without thinking. Alexis took the cue. Her middle finger slipped between folds already slick, stroking once, then twice, learning the girl’s rhythm. Giselle’s lips parted on a swallowed gasp. Alexis climbed onto the table, knees bracketing Giselle’s head. Her shaved cunt hovered above Giselle’s mouth for a heartbeat before they both sank in. Alexis tasted like warm sugar; she licked back greedily, tongue circling Giselle’s swollen clit. Moans tangled—raw, involuntary—bouncing off the tile. When the shakes subsided, they rose, found each other’s lips, and swapped the flavor of slick thighs and spent breath. They left on unsteady legs, wrecked in the best way.