All Girl Massage Update - Friendly Recommendation

Kira Noir opens the door and the surprise shows on her face—she wasn’t expecting the masseuse to be this striking. Victoria Voxxx steps inside with a quiet confidence, shoulders bare beneath a simple tank, bag slung low on her hip. Within minutes the table is out and Kira is already stretched across it. Victoria’s hands work with purpose, slick and sure, kneading heat into tired muscles. Kira sighs, the sound caught between a breath and a groan. Clothes start to fall away. Victoria peels off her top, skin warm in the low light, then steps out of her pants. Naked, she climbs onto the table, straddling the backs of Kira’s thighs so her thumbs can dig deeper into the glutes, hips, the hidden hollow where thigh meets ass. Kira bucks once, surprised by how close the pressure feels to sex. Victoria’s bare breasts brush Kira’s back as she leans forward. Oil slides over everything—nipples, ribs, the crease of thighs—and Kira parts her legs without being asked. Victoria’s fingers follow, slick and certain, parting Kira’s folds, stroking until the tension that first pulled her muscles tight slips lower, into the wet ache between her legs. Each careful press turns slicker, deeper, the sound of it impossibly loud in the quiet room. Kira shakes and Victoria leans down again, her breath on Kira’s ear, the press of her bare pelvis riding each rolling wave she coaxes from the girl beneath her.