The Copy Cat

Jessa feels the ache between her legs and reaches for her phone. She’s still scrolling through clips when her boyfriend walks in. He takes one look and smiles. Get a massage, he tells her. You’ll feel better. She knows exactly the kind of hands she wants and books Kortney. The second Kortney’s fingers sink into her skin, Jessa spreads her thighs wider, wet lips glistening under the low light. Kortney works lower, palms gliding over the full curve of Jessa’s ass until her thumbs tease the edges of her slick heat. Jessa can’t stay still. She rolls onto her back and slips two fingers over her swollen clit. Kortney catches her wrist, kisses her hard, then takes over with slow, firm circles. Jessa moans into her mouth and lifts her hips, greedy for more. Kortney strips, climbs onto the table, and they tangle together, tongues buried in each other’s cunts, hips rocking, hands gripping tight. They come hard, breath stuttering, bodies trembling and slick.