Breast Massage

Darcie Dolce books a full body massage with August Ames. A runner, she keeps fit but her feet, legs, and breasts crave some attention. August watches her strip, eyes lingering on that tight frame and full breasts. She begins on the back, fingertips gliding over warm skin from shoulder blades to waist. Her hands claim each swell of Darcie's ass, each long muscle of thigh. She lifts a foot, licks the plump big toe, and calls it her "special massage." Heat builds. August’s tongue flicks across nipple, then down to a smooth, bare slit; her finger curls inside, coaxing wetness. Darcie protests weakly, hips shifting, yet when August flattens her tongue she moans. Soon they tangle legs, grinding cunt to cunt, rhythm growing frantic until both arch and shudder, slick and spent.