A Little Extra Time

Cindy Cruz arrived expecting Michelle’s hands. She left riding Nina Elle’s tongue instead. The substitute was waiting. Nina’s palms move like memory, smoothing out every stubborn knot, coaxing sound from places Cindy usually keeps private. Clothes slip; tension unspools. Warm oil shines across goose-bumped skin. Then the rhythm changes. Nina’s breath skims lower. She parts Cindy with thumbs, studies the heat pulsing between them, and leans in. Her tongue arrives slick, insistent, stroking the length of her clit before pressing flat and slow. Cindy’s hips jerk; Nina pins one thigh and keeps going—long, deliberate swipes that pull Cindy open and wet. Cindy grips the sheet. Every flutter of that tongue sends a pulse straight through her core. Nina seals her mouth, sucks, slides two fingers knuckle-deep at the same time, and twists. The room fills with the wet press of suction and the slick drag of fingers fucking into tightness. Cindy starts to shake; Nina fucks deeper, licks harder, until the knot inside her snaps. Cindy comes with a broken moan, thighs clamped around Nina’s ears, still rocking against that relentless mouth. Nina doesn’t pull away until the tremors ease. Then she kisses the inside of one trembling thigh, slow and satisfied, and smiles against the flushed skin. Sometimes the best plan is the one you never made. Especially when it ends with Nina’s tongue inside you and your legs still trembling on an All Girl Massage table.