The Breast Scrub

Kennedy Kressler mixes the scrub. Penny Pax strips bare, no hesitation, every inch of her on display. Kennedy’s hands press into full natural tits, working the exfoliant in tight circles. Penny pushes into the touch, tells her harder. Kennedy finds the knots in her neck, digs her fingers until the muscle gives. Her hands stay professional until Penny grabs them and drags them back to her chest. The little redhead wants weight, wants friction. She trades promises for pressure. Kennedy trades hesitation for hunger. Oil runs warm across flushed skin. She sucks Penny’s nipples into her mouth, then slides lower, tongue dragging slow. Penny reaches for her too, both women moving against each other like nothing else in the room matters.