Filling Your Fantasy

Dani arrived early. A sound pulsed behind the massage room door—wet, rhythmic, unmistakable. She turned the knob anyway. Courtney lay spread across the table, one hand buried between her thighs, the other clutching her phone while she whispered filthy instructions to her boyfriend. The moment she spotted Dani she flinched, eyes wide, but she forced her voice steady. “Come in,” she said. “Let’s get started.” Dani lay face down, yet every stroke from Courtney’s oiled palms blurred into the image of those full, bare tits swinging above her. She rolled over. Her fingers wandered, cupped, squeezed. Courtney’s breath caught. Their mouths met, hungry. Dani’s fingers slid lower. The masseuse was still slick from her interrupted session; she yielded at once. Dani pushed two fingers in, thrust steady and deep, her tongue following. Courtney’s hips bucked. The room filled with slick, rhythmic sounds. Courtney’s climax hit like a breaking wave—loud, shaking, unstoppable. Panting, trembling, she reached for Dani’s hand. “Come back to my place,” she breathed. “Now.”