Quite The Tip

Jayden Cole lay on the table, wired tight, her recent massages dull and mechanical. She craved pressure where others wouldn’t go. Macy Cartel’s new toy arrived that morning, its contacts kissed Jayden’s inner thighs with sharp, low pulses. The buzz sank deep between her muscles and she exhaled. When Macy slid between her spread legs and pressed her tongue flat against Jayden’s clit, soft and steady, Jayden’s back arched. Macy worked slow circles, then quicker flutters, slipping two fingers inside and curling them up, coaxing a wet, aching release that rolled through Jayden in long, helpless shudders. Later, the therapist climbed onto the table herself. Jayden pulled Macy’s hips to her mouth, returning the favor with the same hungry attention Macy had just given her, tongue slick, tasting everything, lips sealed tight while Macy clutched the edge of the table and let herself go.