The Essence Of Sex: Part Two

Casey Calvert stands in front of the mirror, pinning her hair, when her phone rings. Eliza Jane. The spa masseuse wants to see the rest of her oils. The good ones. Casey smiles, cancels her plans, and heads straight over. Eliza meets her at the door. Takes her hand. Offers a massage, free of charge. Casey strips and lies down. Eliza pours the dark bottle, lets the oil spread across bare skin. Casey breathes in sharp and asks what the extra service is for. Eliza’s hands move slow over her spine. She says she just wants to open people up—mind and body—and that’s why she learned this in the first place. Casey feels the heat rise. Every stroke spreads deeper under her skin. Her breath gets short. She stops asking and sinks into the table, body slack, letting Eliza lead. Eliza’s tongue drags up the crack of her ass, wetting the skin, while her fingers press and circle Casey’s clit. Casey’s hips twitch, then lock. Her pussy pulses hard, dripping on the sheet. Eliza moves onto hands and knees. Casey takes her hips, tongue pushing inside both holes. Eliza pushes back, grinds once, then cums with a soft, broken sound. Now straddling Casey’s face, Eliza rides her mouth in short rolls until her thighs shake again. She slides down. They press together, pussy to pussy, grinding hard and fast until both of them finish at the same time, slick, gasping, legs locked.