Silent Sex

Anissa Kate came for a massage. Tiffany saw her walk in and felt her stomach tighten. The French woman’s curves made Tiffany’s fingers itch. She ushered her into the private room and told her to strip. When she returned, she placed a blindfold over Anissa’s eyes, hoping the silk would hide how wet her own pussy had already become. The first touch turned into a slow, greedy stroke along the thick thighs. Tiffany traced the swell of Anissa’s heavy breasts, letting her thumbs catch the edges of the soft undersides. Every glide of lotion made slick sounds that grew slicker between Tiffany’s own legs. Soon her hand found her clit, pressing through soaked panties. She could barely breathe. She slipped away, stripped in the bathroom, and fucked herself with two fingers while picturing Anissa’s skin under her tongue. The door opened. Anissa stood there, naked and hard-nippled, mask still in place. She smelled arousal in the air and followed the sound. Tiffany froze mid-stroke. Anissa stepped closer, pulled the fingers from Tiffany’s cunt, and pushed them between her own lips. Then she sank to the tile, spread the masseuse wide, and licked deep, tasting every fold like she had waited all afternoon to drink her. Tiffany grabbed her hair and let the orgasm tear through her before they moved back to the massage table, skin on skin, mouths already slick with one another.