What Is Going On?

Kaylee arrived looking uncertain, recommended by friends who'd mentioned this particular spot. It was her first time on a table and Kortney caught the nerves right away. "Relax," she said. "You'll feel incredible by the time I'm done." The sheet barely stayed in place before Kortney's hands settled on her breasts, kneading them with practiced ease. "All part of it," she murmured, watching Kaylee's breathing shift. Her fingers slid lower, tracing the sensitive skin of Kaylee's inner thighs, and Kaylee's legs drifted apart without a word. Kortney took it as invitation. She dipped her tongue straight to Kaylee's cunt, working it in slow, wet circles that made Kaylee's hips jerk and her hands claw at the table edges. Kortney moved with her, pinning her thighs open, then flipped her onto all fours without breaking contact. From behind she licked deeper, tongue pressing flat then flicking fast until Kaylee came hard—tight, loud, nearly gasping her brains out. Kaylee stayed on her hands and knees after, chest heaving, unsure if the heat still running through her counted as a proper massage. She only knew she wasn't done yet.