In the dim, warm room, Kylie's hands work Aften's muscles, but it's Aften's hardening nipples and quickening breath that betray her arousal. Kylie smirks, leaning in to whisper, 'I know what you need.' She guides Aften onto the table, her hands trailing down Aften's spine, cupping her ass. Aften moans as Kylie's fingers slip between her legs, stroking her wet slit. Kylie's mouth follows, licking and sucking, driving Aften wild. Aften reciprocates, their bodies entwined, fingers and tongues dancing in a feverish lesbian embrace until they both cry out in release.