Hot Stress Relief

Alexis Crystal lies on the table, towel barely hanging on. She’d watched a few clips, tennis racquet still leaning by the door, and the idea stuck. When Christian Clay’s hands settle on her shoulders, she spreads her legs a touch wider. He takes the hint. Oil warms under his palms as he works lower, thumbs parting her cheeks. One slick finger circles her rim, then sinks in. Alexis sighs into the cushion. He keeps the pace steady, second finger following, stretching her open while his free hand stays busy between her thighs. She flips onto her back and pulls him forward. They slot into a 69, her mouth sliding down his cock, his tongue tracing the same spot his fingers just left. Every thrust of his hips pushes him deeper; every twist of her wrist keeps him right there. When he shifts again she tastes herself on him, ass to mouth, no pause between. He keeps two fingers working her open, curling, coaxing, until her thighs start to shake. Alexis climbs on top, sinks down, rides until his breathing breaks. He pulls out at the last second and finishes across her ass in thick streaks. She stays on her elbows, breathing through the mess, towel long gone.