Full Body Massage

Alina Lopez leans over her client, April O'Neil, and starts speaking in that low, velvet voice of hers. Warm oil pools in her palm before she works it into April's scalp, fingers dragging slow circles that pull soft sighs from the woman on the table. She moves down. Shoulders first, then the curve of April's back, her hands leaving shiny trails that catch the candlelight. The oil feels thick between each stroke, and April's skin glistens, reflecting little flames with every pass. When Alina reaches the ass, she pauses just long enough to coat her fingers again. She spreads April open with easy confidence, rubbing circles around her asshole before dragging two slick fingers straight into her pussy. The oil drips down her wrist. Alina's mouth follows. She plants her tongue low, licking broad and slow before she seals her lips around April's clit. Every movement makes wet, intimate sounds that crackle through the binaural mics. April's breathing deepens; Alina hums in answer, and the vibration travels through both bodies. A small vibrator appears from the tray. Alina coats it, clicks it on, and slides it between April's folds until the buzzing settles inside. The low motor fills the room like a living pulse. Alina keeps licking above it, patient, controlled, as April's moans slide up in pitch. Candlewax pops softly. Skin against skin. Fingers pressing, tongues sliding, oil dripping, and somewhere in that warm, wet darkness the table creaks under their weight.