A Little Nervous

Maddy comes in throbbing from Pilates, every muscle tight, and the brunette drops straight onto the table. Tasha walks in and the air changes; her hands already map the body she intends to take. Oil slick on warm skin, fingertips circle Maddy’s lower back, drift lower, then drift away, making the next brush graze just inside the crease of her ass. Tasha slaps that soft curve once, sharp and playful, and both women feel the shift—there is no more waiting. Fingers part Maddy, tongue slides along the smooth folds, slow licks tracing every flushed ridge. Maddy’s breath lengthens, hips lift in small, needful rolls, and Tasha answers by sucking gently on the swollen clit while two fingers work deeper. Tension coils, then snaps; Maddy comes in a long, trembling rush. When she can move again, she flips, greedy to taste what Tasha offered, and the room fills with the wet, rhythmic sound of two women giving everything they have.