Massaging Beauties

Tiffany lays back expecting ordinary pressure on her shoulders. The hands keep gliding lower until they disappear between her thighs. Aleska spreads the oil over the soft folds, then uses her tongue where her fingers were. Every slow lick makes Tiffany arch and bite her lip. Tiffany’s turn comes next. She kneels between Aleska’s knees and tastes her, sucking gently on the swollen lips until Aleska’s breath turns ragged. They trade places again, fingers sliding inside while tongues circle sensitive spots. Both women come hard—one after the other—leaving the sheet beneath them damp and warm.