Seducing The Accountant

Chloe hasn’t seen Aspen in a year, and the last thing she wants is another tax bill. When Aspen finishes the paperwork she smiles. Chloe won’t owe; she’ll get money back. Relief floods Chloe so fast she blurts out an offer: a free massage, her thanks for all that work. Aspen peels off her clothes, skin warm and tight from the long day. Chloe pours oil over the long, lean legs first, then the rounded ass. Her palms glide higher. Aspen’s breasts fill her hands, nipples stiff under the slick. Every stroke makes the brunette sigh, back arching, soft flesh shifting beneath slick fingers. Chloe watches her nipples darken, watches the rise and fall of those full tits. Heat curls low in her own belly. She leans in and asks if Aspen wants the massage to go further—if she wants mouths and tongues instead of just hands. Aspen answers by parting her thighs. Chloe’s tongue finds her first, slow and sure, then Aspen turns and returns the favor, both women slick with oil and wet with want, tasting each other until the desk is forgotten and the only numbers that matter are the ones they count between moans.