Deep Deep Tissue

Eva Maxim walks into the parlor, tight with that need that won't quit. The receptionist, Codi Vore, glances up from the desk. "Busty one," Eva says, short and flat. Codi doesn't hesitate. She peels her shirt up, lets those massive tits spill free, heavy and swinging. "Like this?" Eva's eyes flick once, twice. "Exactly that." Codi grins, picks up the phone, and rings the back room. Summer Hart comes in already barefoot, robe loose, chest swaying with each step. The table is warm when Eva strips and lies down. Summer drizzles oil straight onto her breasts, then climbs up and slides those slick globes across Eva's chest, nipples dragging, friction building. Under the thin towel Eva's cock twitches, then rises hard. Summer spots the shape and just smiles. "Codi, honey, come in here," she calls. Eva flips onto her stomach without a word. Codi's breasts press hot and heavy across Eva's ass, pushing in slow circles while Summer drops to her knees, slides under the table, and lines her mouth up with the milking hole. She takes Eva's cock through the gap, tongue swirling, lips sealed tight, suction steady. Eva groans low in her throat, hips twitching, caught between Codi's slick tits from above and Summer's wet mouth from below. The towel is long gone. Neither woman is stopping.