My First Massage

Briana pushed through the parlor door, lower back screaming. Rayveness stood naked from the waist up, fingers gliding over oiled tits until she spotted her. She yanked a towel over herself fast. “Face down. On the table.” Warm oil hit Rayveness’s palms. She climbed on, body slick and heavy. The first slow slide of her chest dragged across Briana’s back, nipples tracing circles. Heat pooled low. Briana’s breath caught. “I’m soaked,” she whispered. The towel came off. Rayveness pressed lower, spreading the wetness with her thigh until Briana lifted her hips, needing more. Oil ran in rivulets down the arch of Briana’s spine, caught between Rayveness’s breasts as she slid again, this time harder. Her nipples flicked every vertebra; the second pass skimmed Briana’s tailbone. Rayveness rolled onto her side, one heavy breast pressing the small of Briana’s back while fingers reached between spread thighs. She stroked the slick folds once, twice, then pushed two fingers in deep, curling. Briana gasped, hips jerking. Rayveness pulled out, straddled the backs of her thighs, and ground her own pussy against the curve of Briana’s ass. Wetness smeared against skin. She leaned forward, tits dragging the length of Briana’s torso again until her hard nipples brushed the sides of Briana’s breasts where they spilled over the edge of the table. Rayveness’s fingers returned, three now, thrusting slow and thick. Briana pushed back, meeting each stroke until the table creaked and the oil made every movement a wet, slippery glide. The massage became steady rhythm: body sliding, fingers sinking, breasts pressing, thighs clenching. Briana came with her face turned sideways on the towel, mouth open, the last wave accompanied by the soft, filthy sound of Rayveness’s soaked cunt rubbing the cleft of her ass.