Help Me Relax Baby! Touch Me!

Nikki lies sprawled across the sheets, already wet and restless, hand curling around her vibrator. The second the front door clicks she drops it and glances up. Taylor steps inside looking wrecked—tie loosened, shoulders knotted. She mutters something about her boss; Nikki doesn’t answer. Instead she rises, peels her girlfriend free of blouse and skirt, then guides her down onto the bed. Lips trace from collarbone to belly before they part and settle between her thighs. Nikki’s tongue finds the slick seam of Taylor’s cunt and starts slow, deliberate circles. The vibrator hums to life next, pressed just above where her tongue works, pressing tight, pulsing rhythms against the swollen clit. Taylor’s hips jerk, breath catches, then unspools into one long, trembling exhale. After the last wave, every trace of tension drains from her limbs. The earlier ruin of her day sits forgotten, meaningless against the soft throb still pulsing through her.