AllGirlMassage Update - Who On Earth Don't Like Massages!

Lacy Lennon lounged behind the front desk when Kristen Scott slipped through the door, all nerves and suspicion. She clutched a crumpled gift certificate, said it was from her boyfriend, and she wanted cash instead. Kristen hated massages, always felt worse after. Men had put their meaty hands on her before and left her knots screaming. Lacy folded her arms. Policy was no refunds. Yet her gaze flicked over Kristen and she cracked a grin. Kristen had never tried hands with a softer touch, feminine hands. Lacy offered a dare: strip for her now, let the woman finish the job. Hate it, she refunds the slip. Love it, she knocks money off the next visit. Win-win if Kristen stopped stalling. Kristen peeled her clothes off, skin prickling under fluorescent lights. Lacy’s palms slid warm across her back, gentle, steady, the opposite of every rough rub she’d known. Bit by bit Kristen’s muscles loosened, a low sigh escaping before she could bite it back. Lacy worked lower, knuckles grazing the swell of Kristen’s ass, slipping between spread thighs. Fingers brushed wet heat and Kristen jerked, breath catching. Lacy whispered close to her ear—easy, let it happen—and Kristen quit fighting. The woman’s tongue followed, flicking over her clit with firm, wet strokes that curled Kristen’s toes against the table. Kristen’s hands soon clutched at Lacy’s hair, dragging her deeper. The parlor echoed with sharp gasps and wet sounds as Lacy fucked her with two fingers and a hungry mouth. When Kristen came, it crashed through her like a live wire. She repaid in kind—mouth on Lacy’s breasts, then down to her glistening cunt. They ground together, frantic, sweating, swapping spit and moans until both trembled. Afterwards Kristen lay panting, heartbeat still hammering, and admitted through the haze that a woman’s hands were the only kind she’d ever want again.