Helpful Massage

Sandy pressed her thumbs deeper into Katie’s thigh, working the knot of muscle. Katie’s breath caught. Sandy’s fingers found the soft heat higher up, and the cramp melted into something else—wet, insistent. She felt the tremor pass through Katie’s leg, then down her own stomach. No words, just the slow slide of skin on skin, the faint sound of breath turning ragged. Fingers slipped further, parted her, found slick warmth waiting. One finger pushed in, then another, curling until Katie’s back arched off the mat. Her thighs opened wider without shame. Sandy leaned in, catching the salty taste at the hollow of Katie’s throat. Small thrusts, steady, then harder; the kind that leave a body trembling and grateful. Katie moaned into Sandy’s mouth, clenched around her fingers, coming fast and silent, the sharp edge of pleasure cutting through the calm like a clean knife.