Tell Me All About It!

Nikki Chase and Liv Aguilera have been living together forever, and now Liv finally has her roommate on the massage table. Nikki’s been wound tight lately—work drama, a string of bullshit men—and Liv is done listening to the complaining. She wants Nikki thinking about nothing but her hands and how good she’s about to feel. Her strokes start slow, deep, pulling the tension right out of Nikki’s shoulders and lower back. That touch sinks lower. Liv rubs inside thighs long and slick; Nikki lets her knees fall open without thinking. From the foot of the table you get the full view—her lips shiny and parted, pretty pink pussy on display like an invitation she hasn’t even meant to send. Nikki, the marathon runner, moans for upper thighs next, so Liv kneads each powerful muscle, thumbs working the tight spots right at the groin. When she asks for pecs, Liv’s palms slide up and cup heavy handfuls. That’s when Nikki changes the game. “Kiss me,” she says, guiding Liv’s mouth to one stiff nipple, then the other. No hesitation. While lips close around her tits, Nikki’s staring straight at Liv and giving orders like she owns the moment. “Strip. Let me see what I’ve been wondering about for years.” Clothes drop. The second Liv’s bare, Nikki grabs, slides greedy fingers between wet folds, feels how soaked they both are. Tongues and mouths follow. Liv drops to suck on Nikki’s swollen clit, two fingers buried knuckles-deep, while Nikki hooks hers just as hard into Liv, slick knuckles pumping in rhythm. Wet sounds fill the studio. Liv eats like she’s starving; Nikki answers by licking broad stripes over Liv’s dripping slit and fucking her open with three fingers. They stay locked that way—legs spread, hips rocking, mouths sealed on each other—until they both come hard, shaking, squirting, cursing, everything raw and loud and better than any lousy date either of them has had in months.