Always Been So Proud

Gia Derza leads her stepmom Joanna Angel through the empty parlor, fingers brushing over fresh sheets, oils lined up like weapons. "You sure?" Joanna asks, one hand at her throat. Gia nods, already rolling up her sleeves. "You've always had my back. Let me have yours." Joanna strips slow, folding each piece of black lace on the chair, then stretches face-down on the table, bare ass catching the low light. Gia starts with clean, gliding strokes—shoulders, spine, the backs of those long legs. Warm oil pools in her palm, sliding down skin still cool from the air. Joanna sighs, the sound almost shy. Under the kneading she begins to talk, quiet confessions tumbling out between breaths: how proud she is, how she wishes she had Gia's nerve. Gia answers with heat in her voice, fingers pressing deeper, tracing the swell of Joanna's ass. The touch shifts, lingers. Oil trickles between cheeks, slick and obscene. Joanna tenses, then melts, a low whimper slipping free when two oiled fingers slip along her slit. Gia circles her clit, slow, deliberate, pulse hammering. She bends, mouth hot at Joanna's ear. Joanna lifts her hips without thinking, and Gia drops to her knees, spreads her wider, tongue dragging through soaked folds. Joanna gasps, clutching the table edge. They trade places—Joanna on her back, legs hooked over Gia's shoulders, the masseuse's greedy tongue driving in, sucking, licking. Oil-slick fingers slide inside her, curling, stroking until Joanna's thighs shake. Then Gia straddles the table, straddles Joanna's face, lowering her own wet cunt onto waiting lips. They grind, tongues buried, oil and spit mixing, mouths messy. Every moan is louder, bodies twisting, breath fogging the mirror. Finally Gia slips two fingers back inside Joanna and works her hard, thumb on her clit, until Joanna comes with a strangled cry, hips jerking, cunt clenching around the invasion. They kiss after, tasting each other, oil-smeared, grinning, the room thick with the smell of sex and eucalyptus.