Cougar Club L.A. - Episode 6

Psalm and Michelle leaned over the casting table, eyes narrowed, thumbs flicking through photo apps. A guy’s torso filled the screen—smooth, oiled, nipples the color of bruised plums. Michelle swiped. Another chest appeared, this one pale, nipples tight and pink. She tapped the green check. Psalm sipped her coffee. Her tongue caught a drop at the corner of her mouth before it fell. Down the hall, the bathroom door stood open. Steam coiled past the jamb. Ashlynn had already stripped; she stepped into the claw-foot tub and sank until the water kissed her collarbones. Rikki watched, biting her lower lip, then peeled her tank top off in one motion. Her breasts caught the light—full, heavy, nipples already peaked. She climbed in behind Ashlynn, thighs bracketing her hips. Water sloshed. Ashlynn’s head fell back against Rikki’s collarbone. Rikki’s hands slid under the surface, cupped the weight of her breasts, thumbs circling the stiff peaks in slow, deliberate strokes. Ashlynn sighed. The sound bounced off tile. Rikki’s breath warmed the shell of her ear. She pinched, rolled, tugged. Ashlynn’s hips shifted; ripples spread outward. Rikki’s mouth found the curve of her neck, tongue flicking, teeth grazing. One hand stayed at her breast, working the nipple in lazy circles; the other slipped lower, fingers parting wet heat beneath the waterline. Michelle called from the other room, voice sharp. "Next guy." Psalm didn’t turn. She kept watching the steam curl out of the bathroom, the two women moving inside it, slow and unhurried, every touch measured, every breath shared.