Manipulative Massage

Darcie has had her sights on Samantha for months. Today she finally gets her on the table, stripped and glistening under soft light. The massage starts proper—long strokes down Samantha’s back, over the swell of those big tits—but Darcie’s hands don’t stay innocent for long. She slides between Samantha’s thighs, circles her clit with slow, deliberate pressure, then drops her mouth to taste her. Samantha gasps, eyes wide, the blonde’s nipples tightening under silver piercings she never meant to show off. Surprise melts into hunger. She opens for it. They fuck right there on the heated leather, legs locked, fingers buried, grinding until each girl comes hard enough to leave wet prints on the table.