The Breast Scrub

Kennedy's rubbing that scrub onto Penny's big natural boobs like she's buffing out a dent in a fender. Penny sighs, lets her eyes roll back. Feels good already. Kennedy checks her shoulders, hunts down every knot, then leans in with both hands to squeeze the tension out of her pecs. Penny moans a little louder, figures there's no point stopping now. She tells Kennedy to grab them. Kennedy shakes her head, says that's crossing a line. Penny laughs. Fine, so they wipe the scrub off with a warm towel and switch to oil. The second the oil hits, Kennedy's palms slide everywhere. Penny gets that look in her eye. She shifts her hips, presses her chest up into every stroke. She wants more weight, more skin, and promises Kennedy the five-star write-up of her dreams if she just goes for it. Kennedy gives in slow, lips closing over a nipple, tongue sliding down. Penny's fingers find the same spot on her. They tangle up easy after that.