Massage me bitch

Hadjara works oil into Mandi's skin with both hands. Slow circles. She spreads her cheeks, finds the tight ring, and pushes her tongue past it. Mandi exhales through parted lips. Their bodies roll in lazy sync, turning until Mandi can reach Hadjara too. The two of them lick and taste each other without rush—wet flickers over swollen lips, flat laps against the puckered holes. Hadjara takes the pink toy next, drizzles more oil, presses it forward until it slips inside Mandi’s ass. Mandi takes the toy the same way in return. Deep, steady strokes. When they’re slick and trembling, Hadjara stands over Mandi and lets a hot stream fall—straight onto her chest, over her stomach, down between her open thighs until everything glistens.