I Know What You Need

Delilah Day just got canned from her job with zero heads-up, and get this—the cheap bastards didn't even face her. Just a lousy text. She's pissed as hell, fuming over the sudden boot and that bush-league move. Her roommate and bestie, Theodora Day, walks in and spots the storm cloud over Delilah's head. Once she hears the dirt, Theodora's all empathy, wrapping her in a hug. 'Girl, you'll land something way better,' she says, and Delilah knows she's spot on, but damn, it still stings like a bitch. Theodora's got the perfect fix: a killer massage to melt that rage away. They hit the bedroom, Delilah peels off her clothes and flops face-down on the bed. Theodora swings a leg over, straddling her, and digs into those knotted shoulders and back, kneading out the bullshit. She slides lower, working Delilah's thighs and that juicy ass, firm and slow. Delilah's still wired tight, so Theodora yanks off her top, letting her full, bare tits press right against Delilah's skin. 'Skin on skin, baby—this'll loosen you up real good,' she purrs. Delilah flips over, and Theodora gets to work on her front, hands roaming everywhere. Then she leans in, planting a hot kiss on one perky nipple, before claiming Delilah's mouth in a deep, hungry lip-lock. Delilah's hands join the party, stripping Theodora down the rest of the way. From there, they ditch the massage for the real deal—wild, sweaty sex that pounds every last bit of stress right out of her.