All Girl Massage Update - MIA Masseuse

Silvia Saige sat in the lobby, annoyance already tightening her jaw. When Ivy Lebelle walked in, she told her the masseuse hadn't shown. Ivy seemed easy with the delay, Silvia stayed polite, until Ivy mentioned they could wait outside. The garden called, the kind of sunny place where clients sometimes got worked on between trees. They stepped out, looked around. No one came. Ivy admitted the woman had ditched clients before because she was too busy. Silvia's face fell, thinking the appointment was already lost. Ivy smiled and said the masseuse had been teaching her, so maybe she could fill in. Silvia hesitated, then nodded. She wanted those hands on her now. She pulled off her robe, showing she wore nothing underneath. Ivy's eyes lingered. The massage began normally enough, Ivy's palms gliding warm and sure, but her words slipped casual: there's a newer technique, she said, where straddling lets the hands go deeper, work the tension from every angle. Silvia smiled to herself, recognizing the game, then rolled onto her back. As soon as Ivy was above her, their mouths met, hot and open. Fingers slipped between thighs, tongues followed. Hidden among the leaves, they tasted and fucked each other without hurry, thankful the real masseuse had stayed gone.