Martial Arts Accident

Megan's pounding the pavement on her afternoon run, sweat dripping, when her phone buzzes. It's Adrianna, asking if she's free to spot her for some training. Hell yeah, Megan thinks—says she'll swing by. She grabs her gear, heads over, and they're geared up quick. Adrianna demos her moves, twisting and stretching like a pro, but bam—something tweaks in her groin. Ouch. Lucky for her, Megan's a wizard with massages. She digs right in, kneading that tender spot deep in Adrianna's thigh, working out the knots with firm, knowing hands. 'You need the full treatment,' Megan smirks, convincing her easy. Clothes hit the floor—Adrianna's buck naked now, all smooth skin and curves. Megan oils up and glides her palms everywhere: shoulders, back, ass, legs. 'Relax, babe, I've got you,' she purrs, promising top-notch care. And damn, she delivers. Her fingers creep lower, teasing close to Adrianna's slick pussy before diving in, rubbing circles that make her gasp. Megan pulls her down, planting that hot wetness right on her face—tongue lashing away like it's her favorite workout. They flip the script; now Megan's the one spreading wide, getting her pussy devoured with eager licks. They lock into a steamy 69, bodies grinding, moans echoing. Boom—the trainer scores big: a shuddering, deep clitoral orgasm that leaves her wrecked. These two? Prime training buddies, if you ask me. Wink.