Swim Coach
2015·32 min·96% liked·39.3K Views
Jelena Jensen had never learned to swim, but a boat trip with friends was creeping up fast. She felt exposed even before she stepped in. Natalia Starr caught the nerves in her face and turned the tension around. Clothes started slipping. Jelena’s top drifted off first, breasts catching the afternoon light, nipples already tight. Natalia shrugged her own top away without hesitation, letting her own chest meet the air. Skin on skin became the new normal. The lesson ended with the offer of a massage, and in that private room, hands found every soft inch of Jelena’s curves. She noticed the rising heat between her legs long before Natalia did. When the moment felt right, she took Natalia’s wrist and moved it lower, guiding the slick fingers inside. The contact sent a jolt up her spine. Natalia responded without pause, pumping slow and deep while her thumb brushed the swollen clit. Her own breath started to shorten. She climbed onto the table so the two of them faced each other, mouths dropping between parted thighs. Wet tongues found wet heat. Each stroke circled the other’s clit, each thrust slid inside, slick sounds rising between gasps. The massage became something raw and mutual; hips rolled, fingers pressed, tongues lapped until every nerve felt electric and dripping.
Directors:Stillsby Alan













