You Seem Tense

Lola Foxx walks in wound tight. Her friend booked the session because everyone sees it—jaw clenched, shoulders up, eyes darting. Karlie Montana greets her at the door wearing nothing but the white robe and the smallest of smiles. The redhead’s hair catches the light like wine in a glass. Lola tries not to stare, but already her breath is shallow. Face-down on the warm table, Lola keeps her towel gripped in both fists. Karlie drizzles warm oil across the backs of Lola’s thighs and starts to work it in with slow, firm thumbs. The strokes creep higher, brushing the edges of her pussy again and again, never quite giving her what she needs. Each pass draws a tiny gasp from Lola. Her hips shift; the towel slips. Karlie sheds the robe, panties gone too. She pours oil straight onto her own breasts, nipples tightening under her palms. She climbs onto the table, knees straddling Lola’s sides. Full, heavy tits glide up the backs of Lola’s thighs, then over the curve of her ass, leaving slick trails. Karlie presses down, dragging her hardened nipples across Lola’s skin in long, sensual strokes. The wet heat of her body forces Lola’s breath to deepen, muscle by muscle letting go. When Karlie’s slick breasts part Lola’s cheeks, the contact is obscene and intimate at once. Her hands follow, kneading the oiled flesh, thumbs tracing closer to the tight little hole, then lower to tease the now-swollen lips. Lola’s thighs quiver. A quiet whimper escapes. “Arch for me,” Karlie murmurs. Lola obeys, rising onto her elbows, ass high, knees spread. Karlie slides beneath her, tongue flat and unhurried as it drags from clit to entrance. Lola’s moan breaks open and low. Karlie sucks, laps, presses two fingers inside the heat she finds there. The pace never hurries; each lick, each curl of fingers, tightens the coil winding through Lola’s belly. Tension cracks. Lola starts to rock against Karlie’s mouth, breath hitching, moans sharpening into desperate, helpless sounds. Her orgasm builds tight and wet, pussy pulsing around Karlie’s tongue until release crashes through her, leaving her limp, glistening, and finally, finally soft.