European Lesbian Massage

Valentina Nappi waits in the low light. Brunette. Italian. Ready. She wants the kind of massage that makes her forget her own name. Lea Lexis walks in like she owns the place—Eastern European heat wrapped in skin. The kiss hits fast. Tongues. Hands. Lea grabs Valentina’s tits like she means it, squeezes hard, thumbs flicking over stiff nipples. Valentina lets out a sound that’s half laugh, half challenge. Fingers follow. Valentina slips two inside Lea without asking. She works her slow, deep, curling, pressing against that spot that makes Lea swear in her mother tongue. Lea breaks first. Drops down. Spreads Valentina open. Tongue flat. Focused. Cruel in the best way. She licks like she’s starving and Valentina’s cunt is the last meal on earth. They switch. Grind. Moan. Come. Hard. Messy. Twice. Three times. Valentina’s thighs shake. Lea’s chin’s wet. Neither one’s done yet.