Well Oiled Friends: Part One

Luna Star and Yhivi run every damn morning. Today Yhivi shows up with this stabbing pain low in her back. Luna already cooked up a slick new massage oil she's been dying to spread on her friend. Telling Yhivi to peel off every stitch, Luna gets her flat on the table and warms the oil in her palms so it glides like sin. She starts stroking those lower curves in long, sure pulls, building heat on Yhivi’s skin until the little clenches make her pussy bloom. Luna’s voice drops low, sticky-sweet, coaxing her into that slow, aching trance. When Luna starts pulsing her fingers right along the rise of Yhivi’s ass—working each tight cheek like she owns them—Yhivi lets out the first shaky moan and stops fighting it. Luna slides her mouth down. Tongue flat and greedy, she laps over Yhivi’s swollen clit again and again until Yhivi is pushing back, thighs shaking, suddenly wet all over Luna’s chin. Luna climbs up, straddles Yhivi’s face, and rides the pretty open mouth while her own tongue keeps going, swirling tight circles that make Yhivi cry out again and again. They grind in 69, oil-slick and dripping, chasing the build until both of them cum hard—bodies jerking, mouths loud. The oil worked exactly the way Luna hoped, leaving both girls slick, spent, and grinning.