Lesbian Triangles #02

She'd been hurting since the warm-up. He watched her stretch across the mat in that little plaid skirt, quads trembling, and offered to loosen her up. Oil slicked his palms. He worked her thighs first, fingers digging deep into the tight bands, thumbs tracing each muscle until she let out a small sound. The sound turned into something longer when his hands traveled higher. Under the skirt. Inside the cotton. He peeled it off slowly, the pleats collapsing at her waist, the scent of sweat and arousal thick between them. She opened wider on instinct. He took his time, stroking through the wet heat, then slid two fingers inside her. She came quick and messy, hips bucking against the mat, nails scraping the floor while he kept working her through it.