Handsy Masseuse Puts Fingers In Caboose

She was oiled up already when the hands started to wander. The masseuse worked the curve of her spine first, sliding slick palms down to her ass and kneading like she meant it. A finger slid lower, pressing right between her cheeks until it found the tight ring of muscle and lingered. The tattooed client arched her back and pushed into the touch, a short breath caught in her throat. Then the hands grew bolder. The therapist spread oil-slick fingers around the tight hole and worked one fingertip inside in a slow, twisting press. The client let out a low, grateful sound and her body opened to the intrusion. The rhythm shifted from deep-tissue to deeper probing. The masseuse held her hips steady and eased in a second finger, scissoring gently, making the girl twitch and spread wider on the table. Every stroke pulled slick oil inside her and pushed back out again, turning the whole table into a warm, wet mess. Soon the client was rocking back on the fingers, her thighs shaking, asking for more. The masseuse answered with harder thrusts and the steady pump of her wrist until the client gave one sharp, broken moan and came hard against the sheet. After that, the hour booking changed hands. The same hour, different service, every visit.