Mouth-To-Mouth Special

Kylie Rocket smiled when Braylin Bailey walked in looking exactly like she needed to let off steam. Braylin rubbed her right thigh and muttered something about a yoga pose gone wrong that morning. Kylie promised she could work that kink right out. Anything else bothering you? Braylin asked for extra attention on her shoulders; they were knotted from another rough week. She peeled her clothes off, climbed onto the table face-down, and let her muscles give in. Kylie’s hands knew every curve. As the oil warmed up, they swapped small talk about bad dates, worse coffee, and how Braylin was single again. Kylie’s fingers paused for half a heartbeat. Braylin rolled onto her back, glistening and a little pink, her chest rising nice and easy. She gave Kylie a grin that was half dare, half invitation. One brow lifted, Kylie asked if Braylin wanted the full-service treatment. Braylin didn’t even hesitate. Their lips met, slow and curious, and the next thing the table creaked, their skin slid against each other slick with oil, and whatever leftover tension Braylin had carried in disappeared under eager mouths and wandering fingers.