The Sitter

Austin offered the massage as a reward, and Chloe undressed without a trace of modesty. The blonde had the tight, pert body of a college girl who still lived at the gym. Austin kept her breathing even, but her pulse had other plans. Muscles rolled beneath her palms like warm silk. Every smooth contour pulled her gaze downward. Chloe spread for her inner thighs and the scent hit clean and sweet. Austin leaned in, let herself have the full, private lungful, then rolled her client onto her back. Nipples hardened under steady, circling thumbs. Chloe’s hips made small, unconscious thrusts. "Your turn," she breathed. She reached for Austin’s breasts like a girl tasting champagne for the first time, curious mouth closing around one stiff peak. Moans rose between them, fast and low. Austin eased Chloe onto her face. The girl rode, uncertain at first, then greedy, rocking until her thighs shook and she came, a short choked cry ripping free. Minutes later Austin opened her own thighs, pressed slick heat to slick heat, and let Chloe grind in earnest. Their cunts slid and caught until Chloe trembled through a second, wetter release, their breaths tangled and urgent.