Coconut Oil Treatment

Tiffany Watson crashes through the door at All Girl Massage, coconut oil in hand, already shedding clothes. She hits the table face-down, ass up, demanding the works—pussy, cheeks, everything glistening. Megan Sage hesitates, but rent's due. She pours the oil thick, hands gliding over Tiffany's curves. Tiffany flips. Grabs Megan's wrist. Shoves those fingers between her legs. Shows her the rhythm—hard, fast, no tease. Megan's eyes flicker between panic and heat. Tiffany peels Megan's uniform off like it's nothing. Skin on skin now. She drops to her knees, mouth hungry, tasting another woman for the first time. Megan moans. Her hands shake. She pushes back into Tiffany's tongue anyway. Then Tiffany climbs. Straddles Megan's hips. Grinds. Tribbing raw. Skin sliding against skin, wet and frantic. Both of them chasing it—hips bucking, breath shattered, coming together like they planned the sin in advance.