After The Show

Brandy Aniston spots Jessa Rhodes after the Vegas show and they drift together, the air between them thick with unfinished business. Brandy offers a massage before Jessa’s flight. Jessa hesitates, then nods. Brandy’s palms glide over skin like warm oil, drawing slow circles, pressing deep, then lightening to a feather touch that raises every tiny hair. Small talk drifts between sighs as muscle gives under practiced fingers. Brandy’s hands slide up Jessa’s inner thigh, hovering just shy of the cleft where pink folds glisten. The tease forces a soft gasp from Jessa. Her hips tilt, chasing touch that never lands. When she finally rolls onto her back, Brandy cups her breasts, thumbs rolling nipples into tight peaks, breath ghosting across them. Brandy strips slow, bare breasts brushing Jessa’s ribs. Mouth follows—hot, wet, sure—parting Jessa’s folds, tongue flattening against her swollen clit. Jessa’s fingers claw at the sheet, thighs trembling, every rule she brought into the room suddenly forgotten under Brandy’s insistent licking.