All Girl Massage Update - Runaway Bride

Whitney walks into the room expecting a normal client and stops short. Casey Calvert is on the table in a full white wedding dress, veil still pinned in place, face tight with nerves. She’s clearly not going anywhere near an altar today. Whitney keeps her tone light, asking if Casey wants help out of the gown. Casey hesitates, then peels the satin down, skin prickling as she lies bare on the table. Whitney’s oiled hands start at her shoulders, slow and steady, easing the knots. Little by little Casey admits the truth: she’s never touched a woman, never even let herself want one, and now the doubt won’t leave her alone. Whitney’s palms glide lower, thumbs brushing the sides of her breasts, then the soft skin of her belly. Casey’s breath hitches but she doesn’t pull away. The touch grows bolder, fingers slipping between smooth, shaved folds. Whitney tastes her first with a slow, open-mouthed kiss that draws a low moan from Casey’s throat. She licks deeper, tongue working Casey open until her thighs shake, then slides up to press their slick pussies together. They grind in a steady rhythm, wet skin sliding hot against wet skin, Casey’s natural tits pressed to Whitney’s. Every roll of their hips drags Casey closer until she comes hard, hips stuttering, a sharp cry caught in her throat. When it’s over, Casey’s eyes are glassy, her wedding dress still crumpled on the chair. The question of what happens next hangs in the air, but right now the only answer is the heat still pulsing between her legs.