Are You Comfortable?

Aaliyah thought the massage was just a gift. But the way her girlfriend kept blushing about it made her wonder. She joked with Scarlett in the dim room, clothes in a neat pile on the chair, then lay facedown, bare skin catching the low light. Flawless back, the round weight of her tits pressed flat, the soft russet triangle between her thighs confirming she was a natural redhead. Scarlett rubbed warm oil into her palms and started slow, thumbs sinking deep between her shoulder blades, then lower, squeezing each cheek of her ass with firm intent. “I massage my friend like this all the time,” Scarlett murmured. Tension slipped out of Aaliyah’s muscles under those strong hands. Soon Scarlett slid slick fingers along her sides, brushing the outer swell of her breasts. Aaliyah’s breath lengthened. Her nipples tightened against the sheet, then lifted when Scarlett coaxed her onto her back. The slick cunt glistened between her slightly parted legs. Scarlett slid two fingers through the soft curls, then lowered her mouth. The first long lick sent a low moan from Aaliyah’s throat. Aaliyah widened her thighs, hips lifting in time with Scarlett’s tongue. “Not yet,” Scarlett whispered, reaching for the slim pink dildo. She pressed the rounded tip against slick lips, sank it in slow, then began to fuck Aaliyah with steady strokes. Her mouth returned to the swollen clit, licking as the shaft glided in and out. Every measured thrust dragged wet sounds from Aaliyah’s cunt while the two of them breathed hard in the quiet room.