I'll Change Your Mind, You'll See

Lulu's got Hime cornered in the bedroom, pitching massages like she's selling oceanfront property. Hime's already shaking her head. Strange hands all over her? Greasy music? No thanks. But Lulu's all grins and swagger. She knows her hands are magic, and she's damn sure her girlfriend will melt once she feels them. After enough teasing and eye-rolls, Hime finally caves. Lulu grabs the oil, tells Hime to strip, and the petite brunette stretches out on her stomach. Lulu starts slow, slick hands sliding over smooth skin. Every stroke drifts lower, firmer, until Hime's breathing turns ragged. She was supposed to relax, but her thighs tense and her hips roll like she's begging for more. Lulu notices. Of course she does. She leans in close, voice low, and offers the kind of happy ending they don't list on any menu. Hime's answer is a moan, and suddenly getting rubbed down doesn't sound so bad after all.