Extra Oil Please

Georgia Jones hung up the phone still smiling from her last call. The overseas oil had worked better than any promise on the label. Her previous client had begged to be fucked before the session ended. Now the next one stood at the door, blonde and nervous, fingers twisting at the hem of her dress. Adriana Sephora avoided eye contact, her voice a whisper. “Could you turn around?” Georgia faced the wall, listening to fabric slip to the floor. She poured the oil without asking. Its scent filled the room, sweet and heavy. She started at the shoulders and worked downward in slow, firm strokes. Adriana’s skin warmed almost at once. A soft sound escaped her throat on the second pass down her spine. By the time Georgia reached the backs of her thighs, the sounds had turned into clear, shaky moans. Heat pooled low in Adriana’s belly; she clenched her legs together, then parted them again, restless. Georgia rubbed circles just beneath the swell of her ass, thumbs grazing closer each time. Adriana lifted her hips, an unspoken request. Georgia accepted. She slid two slick fingers between Adriana’s folds, gliding over the swollen clit, then lower, pushing in without hesitation. Adriana cried out, pressing back for more. The oil made everything slicker, hotter, and the woman beneath Georgia’s hands kept asking for it in small, breathless words. Georgia answered each one with steady, unhurried attention until Adriana’s whole body shook and her new lesbian hunger found its release.