From Business To Pleasure
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Crystal's just the girl dropping off oils when Mocha meets her at the desk. "Wow, people are actually asking for the aromatherapy add-on now," Mocha says, barely able to hide how pleased she is. "Come on, let me put you on the table. My treat."
Crystal climbs up face-down in nothing but the towel. Mocha's hands start slow, knuckles sliding through warm jojoba. Somewhere between the shoulder blades and the dimples above Crystal's ass, her thumbs press lower, firmer. A little sound slips out of Crystal, half laugh, half sigh. The towel comes down a minute later; neither of them bothers to pick it up.
Mocha bends, and the tip of her tongue traces the curve of Crystal's spine. Crystal bites the sheet, rolls over, catches Mocha's mouth on the way. Tongues trade heat while Mocha's thumb circles one stiff nipple, pinching just enough to make Crystal jolt and grin into the kiss.
Fingers part Crystal, slick already. Mocha curls two inside, thumb flicking tight circles over her clit. Crystal answers with an open-mouthed moan and a hand fisted in Mocha's curls, tugging her down to swap who is on top. They tumble, knees skidding on linen, Mocha straddling Crystal's face while Crystal licks long stripes up Mocha's folds.
Crystal's greedy fingers keep working. Mocha rolls her hips, rides them, clit brushing Crystal's bottom lip until her thighs clamp, she gasps something filthy and comes with a little hiccup of laughter.
They sprawl together afterward, breathing hard, fingers still loosely threaded, oils glistening and the air thick with cedarwood and sweat. Crystal chuckles into Mocha's thigh. "If this is how you thank suppliers," she murmurs, "I should double my order."
Directors:Anatomik Media













