My First Massage

Giselle steps into the dim parlor, nerves riding her like a wet shirt. This is her first rubdown, and her pulse hammers. Haley, the masseuse, cuts through it smooth, talking slow, leaving out the rough edges. Soon the lotion warms under Haley's palms, then those palms slide lower—full, greedy squeezes over Giselle's tits, straight between her thighs. "Relax, it's normal," Haley whispers, knuckles already circling Giselle's clit. Giselle stiffens, but Haley strips fast, skin-to-skin contact promising freedom. A heartbeat later Haley's mouth is sucking wet heat off Giselle's cunt, fingers pumping inside in short, hard strokes. Giselle drops to all fours. Haley buries her tongue deep, flicking the clit with soaked fingers, tasting every sweet drip. The table creaks. Haley climbs up, plants her slick cunt over Giselle's mouth, grinding until the girl under her laps like she's starving. Haley comes hard, thighs locking, a low growl ripping out while Giselle swallows her down to the last shake.