LOGINShe didn’t give me long to recover. Maya withdrew her three fingers slowly, letting me feel every inch of the retreat, then wiped the wet shine across my inner thigh. She stood, took my wrists, and pulled me up from the table with surprising strength. My legs were unsteady. Oil and my own arousal made the floor slippery under my feet as she guided me down onto the clean towels she had spread earlier. The hard floor was cooler than the table. I sank onto my back and she followed immediately, kneeling between my open thighs.“Legs up,” she ordered. “Over my shoulders. I want to watch your face while I finish ruining this cunt.”I lifted my legs. She hooked them over her shoulders, spreading me wide, and looked down at the swollen, shiny mess between them. More oil dripped from the bottle directly onto my pussy. She spread it with the flat of her hand, two fingers sliding in easily, then a third, then the fourth—pushing steadily until her knuckles pressed firmly against me. The stretch w
She gave me only a short moment to catch my breath before her hands were on me again. Strong fingers closed around my hips and rolled me onto my back. The ruined sheet stuck to my skin in places; she peeled it away without ceremony and tossed it aside. Cool air touched every wet, oversensitive inch of me. My legs felt heavy and loose. She pushed them apart and settled between them on her knees, looking down at the mess she had already made of my cunt—swollen, shiny, still twitching faintly.“On your back,” she said, voice still rough from earlier. “Legs open. Wide. I want to see everything while I decide how to use you next.”I obeyed, spreading myself for her. She poured more oil into her palms, warmed it, and ran both hands up the insides of my thighs, spreading the warmth, thumbs brushing my outer lips without entering. The light contact made me hitch and try to lift my hips. She pressed them back down firmly.“Stay still. You’ve already come twice. You’re going to take whatever I
She pulled her fingers from my mouth with a wet sound and wiped the last of the shine across my lower lip. I was still breathing hard, thighs loose, cunt twitching with aftershocks. Maya looked down at me for a long moment, eyes dark, chest rising and falling. Then she moved.She flipped me onto my stomach like I weighed nothing. The table creaked under the sudden shift. Cool air hit my back and the soaked mess between my legs. She yanked my hips up hard so I was on my knees, face pressed into the padded surface, ass in the air, knees spread wide. The position left everything exposed—my dripping cunt, the tight ring of my asshole still slick from earlier oil and her thumb.I heard the soft click of the oil bottle again. Warm liquid poured directly down the cleft of my ass and ran over my hole, then lower, mixing with the wetness already coating my pussy. Her hands followed, spreading me open with both palms, thumbs sliding through the mess, gathering it, smearing it everywhere.“Look
She climbed up my body slowly, the oil on both of us making every slide of skin against skin slick and deliberate. Her breasts brushed mine as she settled her weight, nipples dragging across my own until they tightened further. She kissed me for the first time—slow at first, almost testing, then deeper. Her tongue pushed into my mouth and I opened for her immediately, sucking on it, tasting mint and the faint salt of my own arousal still on her lips from earlier. The kiss turned hungrier. She bit my lower lip hard enough to sting, then soothed it with the flat of her tongue while one of her knees forced my thighs wider apart on the table.I could feel the heat of her cunt hovering just above my stomach, already wet enough that a thin string of her arousal stretched and broke against my skin when she shifted.“I’m going to sit on your face,” she said against my mouth, voice low and rough. “And you’re going to eat my cunt until I decide you’ve earned my fingers again. You’re going to ke
She stripped the scrubs off in efficient movements while I watched over my shoulder. No bra. Small, firm breasts, dark nipples already tight. When the pants came down I saw she wasn’t wearing anything underneath—shaved smooth, lips already shiny with her own arousal. She climbed back onto the table, knelt between my spread thighs, and ran both hands up the backs of my legs to my ass, spreading me open.“Look at this,” she said, voice rougher now. “Pussy dripping, asshole all soft and oiled for me. You’re a mess already and I’ve barely started.”She leaned down and dragged her tongue from my clit all the way up through my folds, then higher, over my asshole. I jolted. She did it again, slower, tasting everything, making wet sounds that were obscenely loud in the quiet room. Then she focused on my cunt—tongue pushing inside, fucking me with it, then sucking hard on my clit until my hips tried to buck.She held me down easily and kept going, alternating between long, filthy licks through
She climbed onto the table without asking, straddling one of my thighs. The scrubs were still on, but the fabric was thin and I could feel the heat of her cunt through it—warm, damp, pressing against my leg as she settled her weight. Both hands worked my breasts now, squeezing, rolling the nipples hard enough to sting in the best way. She watched my face the entire time.“You like that,” she said. “Your pussy’s dripping onto the sheet again. Filthy little thing. Look at the mess you’re making.”I reached for her. She caught my wrists and pinned them above my head with one hand, lean strength holding me easily.“Not yet. Keep your hands there.”Her free hand slid back between my legs. Two fingers pushed inside me without warning—slow, deep, curling against the front wall. The wet sound was louder now. She fucked them in and out while her thumb kept steady pressure on my clit, and her hips made small, deliberate movements against my thigh, grinding the heat of her covered cunt against m







