In Need Of A Good Massage

Alexis Fawx needs hands on her body, bad. When young Elsa Jean shows up to work that tension out of her muscles, the older woman catches fire. Elsa’s palms glide everywhere—over soft tits, a tight stomach, thighs that twitch and part. Alexis doesn’t wait for permission. She pulls the tiny blonde in and tastes her mouth hard, tongue sliding past startled lips. Elsa answers with a moan that turns hungry. Clothes vanish. Alexis pins Elsa to the table, tongue tracing down that soft belly until it meets slick heat. Elsa arches, spreads wider, fingers buried in Alexis’s thick hair. They trade places, trade places again, slick mouths and fingers chasing every swollen inch. No gap, no breath left untaken. When Alexis drives two fingers deep and curls, Elsa cries out and shudders, thighs clamped around her wrist. Elsa returns the favor—tongue tight on Alexis’s clit until the blonde MILF comes with a strangled shout, hips jerking against the younger girl’s face. They don’t stop. They go again, slower, then rougher, desperate for the next bright, wet explosion that knocks the air from their lungs.