Breast Worship-Massage

Lauren Phillips lies face-down on the table. She needs the tension out of her skin. Maya Woulfe slides her oil-slick palms down the long curve of Lauren’s back, over the swell of hips, then up again until her hands settle heavy on those breasts. Full. Heavy. Lauren feels the heat build between her thighs. Maya squeezes once—slow, firm—thumb brushing stiff nipples. Lauren’s breath catches. In the next heartbeat Maya’s mouth is on them, sucking deep, greedy, tongue flicking while her fingers slip lower. She finds Lauren open, slick, and works two fingers inside without hesitation, pushing deep. The table creaks as Lauren rolls her hips. Maya pulls her up onto her knees and buries her tongue where those fingers just were, licking slow circles then frantic flicking until Lauren’s thighs shake. Maya doesn’t stop, keeps worshipping every wet inch, sucking Lauren’s clit between her lips like she’s starving. When Lauren comes she cries out, grabs Maya’s hair, holds on while her body tightens, pulse racing, pleasure ripping through her in hot, jagged waves.