Shave & Massage

Marie showed up empty-handed—no boyfriend, just a pussy that needed clearing. Raven knew the face; Marie had come in with Belle Noir, but this time the session turned sideways fast. Raven soaped her up, working the lather slow, then paused and dropped between her legs because the sight had made her hungry. Marie leaned back and offered no argument. The massage table became the operating theater. Raven teased the razor in small, exact strokes, clearing every last curl until Marie’s cunt lay smooth and faintly pink. Soon, running her hand over the clean surface and liking what she felt, she slid two fingers in. The kiss that followed tasted like cotton candy and salt. Marie confessed the breakup as Raven’s tongue settled lower. Raven licked once, twice, smiled against the new skin, and went back for more. She worked Marie open with mouth and fingers while the girl arched and thanked the empty apartment that had started it all.