Soccer Is Physical

Nina works her hands up and down Mattie’s leg, fingers digging in just right. Then she slips higher, bold as hell. Mattie doesn’t flinch. The girl’s hips twitch like she’s been waiting for it, and her eyes lock onto Nina’s with this cheeky little smirk. Nina laughs under her breath, shoves those thick thighs open and starts rubbing right over her shorts, thumb stroking where heat’s already leaking through the fabric. Mattie grinds back, biting her lip, and Nina’s hand disappears inside the waistband. Two fingers slide through slick folds and push deep, slow and steady, thumb flicking across that swollen clit. The cutie gasps, grabs Nina’s wrist, not to stop her—just to get more. She’s soaked, squeezing Nina’s knuckles while the massage table creaks and her breath comes in short, cocky little pants.