After The Massage Ends

Sinn Sage's still on the table, loose as fuck after that deep-tissue work. Scalp massage done, limbs heavy. Guy tells her take her time getting dressed and walks out. Door clicks. Now it's just her, warm light from a couple of candles, skin still slick with oil. She pushes the sheet down slow, palms gliding over tits, pinching and squeezing, feeling how heavy they are. Lower. She spreads her knees, drags her fingers through the oil slick between her legs. Breath's coming faster now, shorter, and she starts rubbing circles, then slips two fingers inside, fucking herself nice and steady. The happy ending she actually wanted just got started.