My Daughter Will Rub You

Anikka shows up expecting her regular rubdown but finds Uma instead, the masseuse's daughter filling in after some sudden family thing pulls the old lady away. The kid swears she's learned every trick from her mom. Anikka hesitates, then shrugs and stretches out. Uma's hands move smooth, spreading warm oil over tight shoulders, pressing deep into muscle, running down the sides of her ribs. Not bad. When the towel slips off Anikka's ass, the move feels too quick to be accidental. Uma keeps working, hands kneading hard into the curves, paying extra attention the way the older woman never had. Then she tells Anikka to flip. Anikka does. The next thing she feels are small palms cupping her tits, thumbs circling. She freezes. "That's not part of the massage," she warns, voice tight. Uma just smiles, climbs up, sheds her clothes like it's nothing. Anikka tries to keep her head, lists every reason she's known this girl half her life, but the arguments thin out fast when Uma settles between her thighs. That tongue hits her clit and whatever left of the protest dies in a low moan. They grind slick and hot, switching places, Anikka sucking Uma's juices, fingers digging into the kid's hips, coming hard with Uma's tongue deep inside.