The Latest Masseuse

Bella Rolland lives for her afternoon massages. She steps into the parlor and sees Lumi Ray waiting, sharp cheekbones and strong hands that make her pulse quicken. Minutes later Bella’s lying face-down across the long bolster, bare skin gleaming under soft light, breath already shaky. Lumi’s fingers glide up the backs of Bella’s thighs, spread them a little wider, then smooth hot oil into the curve where thigh meets ass. Bella sighs, spreads her legs farther. Lumi leans closer, pours another line of oil between the cheeks, watches it slide down the crack and coat the folds of Bella’s pussy. The room fills with the wet sound of skin on skin. Lumi works two fingers along the swollen lips, dips inside just enough to make Bella clench, then pulls back to circle her clit. Each slow stroke pulls a sharper whimper from Bella’s throat. When Lumi’s thumb presses past the tight ring of her ass at the same moment her other fingers push deeper into her cunt, Bella’s hips jerk and grind against the bolster. She’s wetter now, slick dripping onto the towel beneath her. Lumi keeps her movements precise, relentless, never breaking the rhythm that has Bella trembling. Every slide of her hand drags slick heat over Bella’s clit until the tension inside her snaps; Bella comes with a ragged gasp, thighs shaking, cunt pulsing around Lumi’s buried fingers. Lumi doesn’t let up until the aftershocks fade and Bella melts, loose-limbed and flushed, across the bolster once more.