Alternative Therapy

Katie shuts the door behind them and Lauren peels off every stitch. Face-down on the table, bare ass up, she’s already squirming from weeks of overtime stress. Katie’s palms glide warm oil from neck to calves, each stroke sliding deeper between the thighs. Lauren’s breath catches when those fingers start lingering—circling her ass, dipping lower, nudging slick lips apart. A low, throaty groan slips out as two fingers curl inside her, pumping slow and filthy while the heel of Katie’s hand grinds her clit. Hips buck. Slick drips down her thighs. The room fills with wet sounds and breathy curses as Katie works her faster, harder, until Lauren clenches and shudders hard enough to rattle the table, every ounce of tension exploding in one wet, gasping rush.