Self Defense

Masseuse Lyra Law spots her self-defense instructor Edyn Blair walking in for that massage session, and they trade grins like old sparring partners. Edyn, being the cheeky one, wraps Lyra up in a playful headlock right there, running through those class moves with a wink. Lyra's brain's gone fuzzy on half the lessons—oops, her hand slips and brushes Edyn's groin, pure accident. Edyn strips down for the real deal, and Lyra's the perfect gent, eyes glued to the floor like it's the most fascinating tile pattern ever. Lyra dives in, kneading those firm glutes, letting out a low whistle. 'Damn, your skin's smoother than a fresh jar of honey—feels killer under my hands.' They chat away the miles since class: Edyn ditched that boyfriend, says he's ancient history. Now she's dipping toes with a couple girls, keeping things spicy and casual. Lyra calls time—'Flip over, babe.' Eyes widen at the tattoo snaking across Edyn's hip, and that wild, rockin' bush? Total statement piece. Edyn gets shy, arms clamping over her massive tits like they're state secrets. Lyra chuckles, eases them aside with firm but gentle hands. Can't skip massaging those beauties proper. Working down those killer legs, Lyra can't resist—leans in and licks Edyn's foot, quick as a cat. 'Whoops, that lotion's got a mind of its own,' she smirks. Her hands glide the full length of Edyn's body in long, teasing sweeps, fingers daring to stroke that pussy just so. Legs part easy under Lyra's nudge, opening up the sweet spots on those inner thighs. Sneaky as hell, Lyra steals a lick right on the pussy—blames the lotion again, but her grin says otherwise. Edyn? She's into it, breath hitching. 'More of that, yeah?' she murmurs. Lyra guides Edyn's own finger to her clit, teasing it there while she peels off her clothes, baring it all. Up she climbs onto the table, diving in tongue-first—makes Edyn cum fast and furious, like flipping a switch. Lyra grinds her hips down next, tribbing that slick, wet pussy till sparks fly. Edyn flips the script, burying her face between Lyra's thighs and eating her out till she shatters with a gasp. On her hands and knees now, Edyn arches back as Lyra fingers that dripping pussy deep and steady, tongue rimming her tight asshole with devilish flicks. Lyra slides underneath, and bam—they're locked in a steamy 69, bodies twisting hot and hungry. Edyn's mouth works magic, sending Lyra over the edge with an orgasm that zaps like lightning. Lyra returns the favor, sucking and swirling till Edyn bucks and cums hard, flooding her mouth in a naughty rush.