The Foot Spa

Bree Daniels walks in expecting a foot massage. Celeste Star works Bree’s feet with expert hands, then surprises her by dragging her tongue slowly across each toe. Bree hesitates, but Celeste knows her reputation, so Bree lets it happen. Celeste keeps licking, lost in it, eyes flicking up to Bree’s spread thighs and the pussy barely hidden by thin panties. Celeste tells her to roll over, promising better access to the soles. Bree flips. Her ass lifts the back of her sundress. Celeste’s hands slide up smooth thighs, push the fabric higher. Pink cotton shows. Celeste traces the outline with the flat of her tongue, then kisses a line down Bree’s stomach, peeling the top away until both women are bare. Bree stops questioning it. Celeste drops between her legs and eats her fast and deep. Bree comes hard, pulsing against Celeste’s mouth. When the tremor fades, Bree pulls Celeste onto the table and returns the favor, licking until Celeste’s cunt clenches and comes.