Shared Love Language

Alison Rey shows up for her massage, and Little Puck answers the door with that you-know-what-I-mean smile. She leads the brunette into the private room, waits for her to strip, then watches as Alison settles face-down on the table. Oil gets rubbed between Little Puck’s hands until it’s slick and warm. She starts sliding those palms over every inch of Alison’s bare skin. The strokes get slower, firmer, more deliberate, and pretty soon the line between massage and foreplay vanishes. Little Puck’s fingers slip between Alison’s thighs, teasing and circling, and Alison’s breathing turns ragged. They trade places, climb into a 69 that leaves both women gasping, and the whole session becomes one long, messy love letter written in skin-on-skin contact.