Tell Me All About It!

Nikki Chase and Liv Aguilera have shared the same apartment for years, but tonight is Nikki's first time on Liv's massage table. Work tension and relationship headaches sit heavy in Nikki's shoulders. Liv wants to kiss every one of those worries away. Her hands move slow and deep. Nikki relaxes under the warmth, legs drifting wider until her bare pussy is exposed under the soft studio lights. The slender runner asks for attention on her tight quads next, then her chest. Liv's fingers press over firm muscle and soft, sensitive skin while Nikki arches, nipples tightening beneath those palms. Nikki reaches up, cups the back of Liv's neck, and says, "Kiss me." The order is quiet but certain. Liv leans in. Their mouths meet and part, then meet again. Nikki keeps control. "Strip," she whispers. Liv obeys, fabric whispering down her body until every curve is on display. Years of wanting burn through restraint. Nikki draws Liv closer, spreads her own legs wider, and guides Liv's fingers between them. Soon both women are tangled on the massage table. They take turns, mouths between each other's thighs, tongues working hot and steady while slick fingers pump deep. Their muffled cries fill the small room as their orgasms crest and roll, long and hard, leaving Nikki flushed, spent, and finally free of everything but the taste of Liv's skin.