Here For A Friend

Quinn Wilde spots Penelope Reed chilling in the waiting area, figuring she's next up for a rubdown. Penelope pipes up that nah, she's just killing time for her buddy. Quinn's like, 'You mean Emily?' Penelope grins and nods. 'Girl, she bounced ten minutes ago with some dude,' Quinn drops, and Penelope's face twists in annoyance. 'Hey, I got an opening now—want a freebie massage? Feels bad leaving you hanging.' Penelope shrugs and says sure, trailing Quinn to the back room. Quinn tells her to strip down so they can get cracking. Penelope freezes, asking if she really has to go full nude. 'Totally,' Quinn replies with a wink, 'Gotta slather those oils everywhere for the full effect.' Penelope peels off her clothes and stretches out on the table, face down and primed. 'Any sore spots I should hit?' Quinn asks. 'Lower back and arms, mostly,' Penelope says. Quinn digs into her shoulders, sliding down her spine with firm strokes. 'Damn, you're knotted up tight down here in your lower back—like you've been carrying the world,' Quinn teases. She kneads deep, hands brushing right up to that sweet ass curve. Penelope twists her head: 'Uh, what're you doing?' Quinn chuckles, 'Just busting those stubborn knots—relax, I've got you.' She shifts to those legs, strong and smooth, then taps her: 'Flip over for me.' Quinn slicks up her hands and glides them over Penelope's full tits, oil shining every inch. Penelope squirms a bit, so Quinn checks in: 'You good?' 'Yeah,' she breathes. Quinn keeps circling those nipples, pinching just right, and Penelope's melting—hell, it feels too damn good to fight. 'Work my lower half now?' Penelope murmurs, eyes half-lidded. Quinn's hands trail down, teasing over her belly to that warm pussy, fingers dipping in slow and slick. Penelope arches, moaning soft, 'Don't stop—yes.' Quinn's been all pro up till now, but with Penelope begging like that? Game on. She dives in, their bodies slamming close in a frenzy of hot kisses, tongues devouring. Quinn laps at Penelope's dripping folds, then Penelope returns the favor, sucking and swirling till they're both gasping. They grind together, pussies rubbing fierce and wet, chasing that explosive high until they shatter in sweaty, orgasmic waves. Panting and flushed, Quinn grins down at her: 'Kinda stoked your friend ditched—means you're all mine now.'