Lower Body Injury

BabyGold stumbles through the door after soccer practice, her thigh throbbing from that brutal slide tackle. 'Damn, my leg's killing me,' she groans, kicking off her cleats. She spots her best friend lounging on the couch and grins wickedly. 'Hey, stud, how about you work out this knot for me? A quick massage, nothing fancy.' He smirks, patting his lap. She hops over, drops her shorts just enough, and settles in face-down on the bed. His strong hands knead her calf, sliding up to her thigh—firm presses, circling thumbs that make her sigh. But shit, that ache digs deeper. 'Lower, yeah, right there,' she murmurs, arching a bit. Fingers tease the curve of her ass, dipping into the tight spot that's screaming for relief. She bites her lip as he oils up, probing deeper, working that puckered ring with slick, insistent strokes. The massage turns filthy fast—his thumb circles her hole, then pushes in slow, stretching her just right. 'Fuck, yes,' she gasps, pushing back, her body's on fire now. He adds a finger, twisting, pumping, hitting that sweet spot till she's clenching and moaning, the pain melting into pure, naughty bliss.