Massage My Wife

Masseuse Scarlett Sage picks up the call from Kagney Linn Karter's husband, and the man lays out the whole twisted plan. He wants a hidden cam and a lesbian romp caught on tape. Scarlett says yes. Lights dim, oils warmed. Kagney drops her robe. A bright red dot flashes in the potted plant. Kagney spots it, freezes, then rips the nanny cam out, snarls straight into the lens, voice like venom. "I'll fuck her blind, but you won't see shit." The cam dies. Scar Lets catch her breath. She's never kissed a girl before. Kagney cuffs a hand behind her head and does it slow, open-mouthed, tasting hard. Then she shoves Scarlett onto her back, spreads those legs until the tendons stand out, and licks her clean. First orgasm rips a gasp right out of Scarlett's throat. Kagney climbs higher, lowers that juicy cunt onto Scarlett's face, rides hard, cheeks clapping, sweat shining. Her screams shake the ceiling until wet heat floods Scarlett's tongue. They twist, flip, lock into sixty-nine. Shaved lips grind together fast and sloppy, clit on clit, everything slick and hot. Hands slap ass, teeth nip skin, panting fills the room. Two more cries punch through the walls as they shake apart together. Silence. They look at the busted cam, the towel, the two wild pulses still bumping under skin. Kagney wipes lipstick off Scarlett's mouth with her thumb and a hard little smile. "Our secret."