Spa Confessions

Georgia Jones feels the blood rush through her. Natalia Starr waits in the massage room, and Georgia’s secret has her stuttering over words before the session even starts. Natalia simply smiles at the usual clumsiness. Georgia peels every layer off while Natalia stands by. The second the sheet slips away, she asks Natalia to pay attention to her butt. Hands sink into the round flesh, the air filling with easy chat until Georgia’s stream of nervous chatter gets too loud. Natalia hushes her, tells her to relax. Georgia tries, but the glide of those palms across the swell of each cheek keeps every nerve awake. She asks Natalia to drop lower, claiming sore inner thighs from too many squats. The blonde works the tender muscle, then tells her to roll over. Georgia swings onto her back and parts her thighs without pause. Natalia laughs under her breath at the bold display. Georgia’s body keeps leading the way, hips tilting so fingertips edge closer to her cunt. Natalia pauses, asks what she’s doing. The words tumble out before Georgia can cage them: she’s into her. Natalia studies her a moment, then kisses her hard, opening her mouth against Georgia’s. Clothes drop at the massage table’s edge. Natalia climbs on top, lips tugging at each small nipple, teeth grazing until Georgia arches. Wet heat trails down Georgia’s stomach and meets the slick lips between her legs. Natalie licks broad and slow, tongue flicking the swollen clit until Georgia cries out. Natalia swings around, settling her pussy over Georgia’s mouth. She grinds, knees gripping, until her breath breaks. When the spasms slow, she drops lower and presses her cunt to Georgia’s, sliding, slipping, their wetness mixing in messy strokes. Their hips snap faster. Finally the two lick at each other in a 69, mouths working in time until the last trembling climax rolls through both of them.