Stress relieve

Lana couldn’t stop pacing. Exam nerves had her stomach in knots and her thighs kept brushing together like she needed to pee. Inna watched from the doorway, biting her lip. She’d been waiting weeks for the right moment; tonight the moment walked right into her hands. She crossed the room in three strides, stood behind Lana, and let her palms settle on those trembling hips. “You’re shaking,” she whispered. Lana tried to laugh it off, but the sound died when Inna’s fingers slipped under the hem of her tank top. Warm skin, bare waist—Lana’s breath hitched. Inna turned her, pushed her gently against the edge of the desk, and dropped to her knees without asking permission. Lana’s shorts hit the floor in one tug. No panties. Inna made a pleased sound deep in her throat, the kind that said dinner had arrived. She spread Lana open with careful thumbs. The slit already glistened; nerves and surprise had done half the work. Inna leaned in, pressed a slow kiss just above the hood, then licked—flat tongue from bottom to top, dragging wet heat over the tiny, trembling clit. Lana jolted, one hand grabbing the desk, the other finding Inna’s hair. Inna didn’t rush. She flattened her tongue and gave long, firm strokes like she was licking melted sugar off a spoon, then switched to quick flicks that made Lana’s hips jerk. When Lana’s knees started to give, Inna slipped two fingers inside—slow, knuckle-deep—and curled them until that soft, spongy spot answered back. A moan broke loose, louder than Lana meant. Inna smiled against slick folds, hummed so the vibration traveled straight up Lana’s spine. She worked her fingers in smooth rhythm, tongue never leaving that swollen clit. Each suck pulled another gasp out of Lana’s throat; each curl made her walls clench like they were trying to keep the pleasure from escaping. Sweat beaded between her breasts. Her exam notes lay forgotten under her bare ass. She rode Inna’s mouth in short, desperate rolls until the coil inside her snapped—tight, blinding, almost painful in its sweetness. Her thighs shook; a warm rush coated Inna’s tongue. Inna kept licking through every aftershock, gentler now, easing her down until Lana sagged, chest heaving, eyes glassy with relief that had nothing to do with algebra.