Open My Chakras

Victoria lights a candle, mutters a quick thanks to the ceiling, and waves Serene Siren in. Serene drags herself through the door in scrubs and sighs like she’s just finished a double. Her feet hurt. Her shoulders hurt. Everything hurts. Victoria lays her down, oils her up, and glides those hands like she’s tuning a guitar. But the second she touches Serene’s tits—big, soft, and bare—she forgets all about polite pressure points. One hand cups a breast; the other slides lower, fingers working the slick heat between Serene’s thighs until she’s panting into the sheet. Victoria licks her clit next, slow and teasing, while Serene’s fingers twist the table edge. Blonde hair spills across tanned skin. Tongues meet. Bodies roll. They fuck like two women who forgot the rent is due tomorrow—hungry, messy, grateful. By the time they’re done, Serene’s chakras feel wide open and her whole body feels brand-new.