4 Hands... 2 Sisters

Zoey Foxx and Gia Derza lounge in their living room, knees brushing, chatting about their massage exam. Gia mentions her focus on the strong muscle along the thigh. Zoey swears the real magic lives in a firm lower back. A single ping makes them both reach for their phones. "My guy just bailed," Gia mutters. Zoey checks hers. "Same. Guess we’re out of models." Gia pauses, then a little grin. "Or... we could work on each other." Zoey opens her mouth, shuts it, then says, "We’re sisters." "Step-sisters," Gia corrects. "And we need the practice." Ten minutes later the table is set. "Ladies first," Zoey offers, but Gia is already squeezing oil between her palms. "Strip. Facedown." Clothes drop. Zoey stretches on the towel. The first hot slide of Gia’s hands sends a quiet shiver through her. Oil coats skin, fingers slipping south, kneading the thick swell of her ass. "Is that part of the syllabus?" Zoey asks, breath catching. "You’re carrying tension here," Gia answers, already drizzling more slick. Zoey bites her lip and nods. Every rolling stroke makes her gasp louder. Heat builds fast. She flips onto her back before she melts. Gia’s hands return, thumbs tracing Zoey’s tight nipples, then drifting lower. When her sister’s fingers graze slick folds Zoey grabs her wrist. "Wrong area." "It’s just skin," Gia shrugs. "If it isn’t a big deal, trade places." Gia peels off her own top and shorts without ceremony, naked on the table in seconds. Zoey straddles her, palms gliding over smooth curves until her own pulse hammers. Gia moans approval. "You have good hands." Heat stirs deeper. Zoey tilts, drizzles oil over Gia’s ass and kneads the round cheeks apart until the girl sighs blissfully. Gia rolls onto her back, knees wide. Her bare cunt glistens under the overhead light. The silent invitation hangs for half a beat. Zoey lowers her face between spread thighs and presses in, tongue ring flicking fast over the swollen clit. Gia’s thighs clamp, then jerk wide again as she shudders, coming with a raw, helpless cry that echoes off the walls.