Well Oiled Friends: Part One

Luna and Yhivi jog together every damn day, thick as thieves. This morning, though, Yhivi limps up with a weird twinge in her back. Luna’s eyes light up—she’s been mixing a spicy new oil and itching to test it. She leads Yhivi inside, tells her to strip and stretch out on the table, then warms a palmful of the slick between her hands. The smell’s already teasing, musky and sweet. Luna’s low, dirty chatter slides over Yhivi like warm honey while her palms glide across that sore spot. Soon enough she’s kneading and jiggling Yhivi’s ass, thumbs dipping lower, testing the edge. Yhivi squirms, makes a token little noise of protest, but the oil sinks in quick, turning every nerve warm. Luna nudges those cheeks apart and drags the flat of her tongue up that throbbing pink clit like she’s been starving for it. Yhivi gasps, hips bucking, fingers curling on the towel. Before long she’s moaning without shame, riding the tongue that’s licking slow, filthy circles. When Luna swings around and straddles her face, wet pussy brushing Yhivi’s lips, the floodgates open: now it’s the two of them sixty-nine style, tongues and fingers working like they’ve choreographed the whole thing. Hot, slippery sounds fill the room as both climax—hard, shaking, gasping. The oil’s doing its job just fine, and Luna’s grinning like the cat that ate the cream twice.