Sore Bottom Blues

Georgia Jones slips into that private massage room, peeling off her clothes with ginger care—her butt's throbbing like a drum from last night's fun. She hits the table, face down, trying to act all casual. Then Kristen Scott struts in, spots the tension right away, but Georgia's lips are sealed on her little secret. Kristen's no rookie; she pours that warm oil into her palms and dives into Georgia's back, kneading out the knots like a pro. As the pressure builds, Georgia squirms, her cheeks—both sets—flushing. She finally spills: she's a spanking fan, and yeah, her girlfriend might've gone full throttle last night. Kristen's unfazed, smirking as she grabs a bolster and props that sore ass up high for some proper TLC. Now elevated, Georgia's backside gets the full royal treatment, oiled and rubbed till it's glowing. She swears she's playing it cool, but damn, her body's betraying her—arousal hitting like a freight train. Kristen's hand slips, brushing Georgia's slick pussy, and zap—electric sparks fly. Georgia doesn't miss a beat, cheekily begging for the real deep tissue work. They dive in headfirst, fingers plunging deep, tongues lapping hungrily at each other's wet heat. Sore bottom blues? Kristen's got the filthy fix that'll leave her singing.