Reunion

Veronica Vain steps into the massage room, her huge tits nearly spilling from a thin white top. No receptionist. Just Veruca James, who offers a session without missing a beat. Veruca’s hands start on Veronica’s shoulders, slow and firm. While she works the knots, the questions keep coming. Turns out they went to the same summer camp. Turns out Veruca once spent seven minutes locked in a closet with Veronica’s husband. The memory sits heavy between them. Jealous heat rises with every stroke. Veruca’s touch drifts lower, purposeful now. She parts Veronica’s thighs and slips skilled fingers into the wet heat she finds there. Veronica’s soft gasps turn to moans. Veruca covers her mouth, keeps working that pink cunt until the last ounce of resistance melts away.