Lady Facial

Abby Cross pushes through the door of All Girl Massage like she owns the place, hips rolling, eyes hungry for their new Lady Facial. Veronica Vain sizes her up in one slow drag of the eyes—blonde hair, tight little body—and the deal is done before a word leaves her mouth. Clothes hit the floor. Abby stretches out on the table, belly-down, letting everything spread and settle. Veronica starts at the shoulders and works down, palms dragging over warm skin, ass, calves, then each foot in turn. Pressure rises where her thumbs press in. Abby flips. Veronica’s hands slide straight to her tits—soft, full, pink at the tips—and she keeps going until Abby’s breathing changes. That’s when Veronica slides two fingers between her own folds, parts them, inches forward until her dripping pussy hovers an inch from Abby’s lips. “Eyes closed. Mouth open,” Veronica whispers. The first warm drip lands on Abby’s tongue. Then Veronica’s fingers fuck faster, knuckles glistening, until her thighs lock and she sprays hard—hot, clear, right across Abby’s lips and chin. Abby’s eyes fly open. She groans, grabs Veronica’s hips, and pulls that cunt down onto her mouth, sucking like she needs it to breathe. They flip and twist on the narrow table. Tongues, fingers, frantic grinding. Every few minutes one of them goes off, soaking the sheet, the floor, each other. Abby comes with her face buried, hips jerking, a fresh jet of squirt running down Veronica’s stomach. Neither stops until the table is slick and both women are wrecked, grinning like they just robbed a bank. Satisfied customer.