My Daughter Will Rub You

Anikka arrives for her usual massage, but her regular masseuse has rushed off for a family emergency. Uma Jolie steps in. The massage goes from routine to charged the moment she works down Anikka’s ass, smooths oil between the cheeks, and slides the towel away. No hesitations in Uma’s touch—just steady pressure that makes Anikka’s thighs tense. “Turn over,” Uma says. She climbs onto the table, straddles Anikka’s waist, and palms her full breasts. Anikka catches her wrists. “We’ve known each other too long. Your mother would kill us both.” Uma shrugs, peels off her clothes, and drags her tongue from clit to folds until Anikka’s protest melts into a low moan. Oil-slick fingers slip between them, guiding the teen’s slim hips until their pussies grind hard and slick against each other. When Anikka comes, she buries her face between Uma’s legs and licks her clean, face glistening, still trembling from her own orgasm.