Treatment With Pleasure

Alexis is stretched out on the couch, feet bare, when Taylor walks in and takes one in her hands. Her thumbs press deep into the arch, slow, sure strokes that loosen muscles. The quiet turns hot the moment Alexis lifts her hand and cups Taylor's breast through the white cotton shirt. Taylor leans in. Their mouths meet—wet, open, tongues sliding with purpose. Alexis sinks onto her back, one foot rising, toes brushing Taylor's nipple through the shirt. She circles the bud until it stiffens and pushes against fabric. Taylor peels the shirt over her head and drops it. Her chest is exposed, soft swells, pink tips tight and wet from the lingering dampness of Alexis's toes. Alexis raises both feet. She traps a nipple between big toe and second toe on each side, tugging gently while her heel rocks against full, warm flesh. Taylor shivers. She catches Alexis's breasts in her palms, weighing them, squeezing, then brings her mouth down. Her tongue flicks each dark peak, sucking hard, pulling with teeth until Alexis arches. Their attention narrows to skin—licking, pinching, tasting wherever fingers and mouths land. Alexis climbs over Taylor's torso and lowers her mouth. She circles one breast, then the other, sucking until the flesh shines and Taylor's breath hitches. They shift. Alexis swings a leg over Taylor's head; together they settle into sixty-nine. Wet fabric stretches tight between parted thighs. They drag their tongues over cotton until the thin barrier is soaked and clinging to swollen lips. Underwear peels aside. Hot, slick flesh meets tongue. Alexis licks in broad, flat strokes, tasting sweat and need, then centers on the small knot of nerves. Taylor answers, parting her with gentle fingers and sucking each delicate fold until Alexis's thighs tremble around her face. When the first climax hits, Alexis gasps, hips jerking, pleasure running through her in quick, tight pulses. She turns at once to Taylor. Two fingers push deep, curling upward, thumb pressing hard against the swollen clit. She sucks the puffy outer lips, tongue fluttering, while Taylor's hips grind up against her mouth. Alexis adds another finger and drives harder, knuckles shining. Taylor's moans climb, break, echo off the walls. Her back arches, thighs clamp tight, and release floods her, leaving her flushed and gasping beneath Alexis's greedy touch.