In Need Of A Good Massage

Alexis stretches out on the massage table, chest heavy, legs slightly parted. Elsa’s small hands sweep warm oil across her shoulders and slide down to the swell of her tits, tracing every curve before cupping them outright. The younger woman’s touch goes bold, rolling stiff nipples between delicate fingers until Alexis groans and pulls her up into a kiss. Soft tongues meet. The kiss deepens fast. Elsa’s thigh slides between Alexis’s, and fingers find the slick heat between her lips without hesitation. Alexis arches, hungry, guiding Elsa’s wrist deeper while she palms the petite blonde’s ass, dragging her forward. Both women breathe hard. Every stroke grows wetter. Soon Alexis flips Elsa onto her back, kisses a path down her belly, and buries her mouth between the girl’s slim thighs. She licks slow, then firm, sucking and flicking until Elsa’s heels dig into the sheet. Two slick fingers slide inside Elsa, curling just right, and the younger woman cries out when her orgasm hits, hips jolting. Alexis climbs up for another breathless kiss, but Elsa won’t be topped for long. She flips her partner, spreads her open, and presses two fingers past slick folds. She works them with greedy rhythm, tongue lapping in tandem until Alexis comes hard, thighs shaking, spine bowing off the table. Neither woman pauses—tongues and fingers trade places again, trading climax for climax until the room smells only of sex and satisfaction.