Birthday Surprise

Her friend sent Layla to the parlor as a birthday gift. Rilynn's the one unwrapping. The second Layla steps in, Rilynn lets the flirt drop and keeps it easy, steady, undressed. Layla never had a full-body massage before and kept her panties on by mistake. Rilynn peeled them off, cool palms against warm skin, no apology. Oil follows her hands over the small of Layla's back, down each thigh, greedy but controlled. On the flip, Layla's tits stand bare. She hesitates, thinks she'll skip the breast rub, then gives Rilynn the nod. Wet thumbs drag circles around stiffened nipples until both women lose the polite front. Layla spreads on command. When Rilynn pauses she takes the wrist and guides those fingers straight to her cunt, an invitation in plain language. Then the kicker lands: surprise, the gift was meant for Rilynn all along. After that, tongues and fingers replace the pretense. Rilynn eats her like a woman with no reason left to hold back.