Silent Sex

Anissa Kate walks into the massage room, the towel sliding from her shoulders to the floor. Her breasts rise and fall with each breath, heavy and dark-nippled. Tiffany's hands begin at her calves and move up, but the touch grows slower, firmer, hungrier. She squeezes the meat of Anissa's thighs, then hesitates, breathing hard, until she finally gives in and slips two fingers between her own legs while the other hand still glides over Anissa's skin. A soft moan escapes her, too loud. She steps away, disappears into the side room, strips fast, and leans against the tiled wall, legs spread, fucking herself with quick, wet strokes. Anissa sits up, removes the mask, and follows the sound. She finds Tiffany flushed and glistening, three fingers deep. Without a word she pulls the masseuse's wrist away, drops to her knees, and presses her mouth where those fingers were. Tiffany grabs Anissa's hair and rides her tongue, hips snapping. Then she drags Anissa onto the massage table, climbs over her in a sixty-nine, and buries her face between the French woman's thighs while Anissa's tongue works just as deep. The only sounds are slick, hungry, and constant.