Milf Massage

Cherie DeVille spreads Brandi Love across the massage table and takes her mouth with a slow, deep kiss. Brandi’s tits—full and firm—crush against Cherie’s equally generous breasts, nipples tightening at the contact. Cherie’s hand slides between spread thighs and finds slick heat. She drops to her knees, parts Brandi’s folds with her thumbs, and drags the flat of her tongue from entrance to clit in one long, deliberate stroke. Brandi gasps, hips twitching. Cherie seals her mouth over the swollen bud and sucks, alternating pressure with quick, flicking licks that leave Brandi panting. Brandi pushes up onto one elbow, reaches for Cherie, and yanks her onto the table in one fluid motion. Now it’s her turn. She buries her face between Cherie’s thighs, tongue working tight circles while two fingers push inside, curling to the spot that makes Cherie curse and clutch at the sheet. Wet sounds fill the room. Cherie’s thighs quiver, then clamp around Brandi’s head as she comes hard, back arching, a low moan spilling out. They roll, trading places. Bodies pressed close, they scissor on the firm padding, cunts flush and grinding. Cherie rocks forward; Brandi meets her. Wet flesh slips and slides, clits swollen and sensitive. Faster now. Cherie’s hands grip Brandi’s ass, pulling her in. Both women pant, hips snapping. The pressure builds until it breaks—Brandi first, crying out as the orgasm rolls through her, then Cherie, shuddering hard, slickness coating their thighs. They stay locked together, breath slowing, skin flushed and damp.