Massage Me Everywhere

Kylie practically threw the door open when Aften showed up. The poor thing looked ready to snap in half. Her boyfriend had her nerves tangled so tight you could bounce quarters off them. Aften wastes no time. Kylie peels everything off, drops onto the table, and yanks the towel up to her chin. Aften starts working those knots out. Slow, deep presses. Heat moves from her fingers straight through Kylie's shoulders and down her spine. The towel goes. Kylie doesn't flinch when Aften slides it away. Skin on skin now, lotion making everything glide. Kylie starts talking. About her man, how he never listens, how the girls in her friend group feel like breathing space after a stuffy room. Aften listens, keeps rubbing, then lands a kiss right on Kylie's mouth. Soft at first. Kylie answers with a small groan and reaches back. Their legs tangle. Hands wander. Kylie's thighs part easy when Aften's fingers slide between them. The room fills with slick sounds and quick little breaths as they move from table to bed and back again. Kylie tries everything she can reach: tongue on Aften's nipple, fingers stroking her clit, hips bucking up when Aften eats her out like dessert. A few sharp moans later, Kylie decides she won't bother pretending with men anymore.