Seducing My Sister's Friend

Carter Cruise struts into her massage gig, spotting her buddy's little sis, Aali Kali, flashing that welcoming grin. They chat up old memories, laughing about wild times, when Carter hits her with, 'You the one rubbing me down today?' Aali flips through the book—yep, it's her lucky day. Back in the dim room, Aali tells her to strip. Carter catches her starting to bail for privacy and smirks, 'Hey, no need to bounce. Stay.' She peels off her clothes, all smooth and confident, then stretches out naked on the table. Aali slicks up her palms with oil and dives in, kneading those tense muscles. Damn, Carter's body is locked up tighter than a drum. Carter brags she's been hitting yoga hard and pumping iron—Aali's eyes light up, totally digging the vibe. As Aali works up her legs and thighs, Carter lets out these husky moans, whispering, 'Higher, girl, don't stop.' She arches her ass sky-high, begging for deeper digs. Aali shifts, a bit thrown—sure, the job's all about total client bliss, but this feels edgy. She mutters, 'Any closer and I'd be fingering your pussy.' Carter just grins wickedly: 'Sounds perfect to me.' Aali freezes, so Carter snatches her hands and plants them right on her slick pussy. Aali yanks back, voice firm: 'Flip over, time for your back.' Oiling up that flat stomach, Aali keeps it pro—until Carter grabs her wrist again, guiding it straight to her throbbing heat, nudging her to rub it good. Aali protests, 'This is nuts—we're old pals, can't mess around like this.' But Carter's tuned out, planting hot sucks on her neck, peppering kisses across her face. One more deep kiss from Carter, and Aali's hooked, melting into it. Boom—they're grinding and humping like starved lovers finally crashing together.