The Anniversary Gift

Samantha's husband picked the perfect wedding gift. A session at All Girl Massage with Gracie Glam, and Gracie plans to take full advantage. She has Samantha stripped bare on the table, a towel barely shielding her ass while the oil drips warm down her spine. Gracie's hands work deep, sliding over firm muscle, yet they linger where the towel leaves off. She parts Samantha's cheeks without asking and strokes the soft seam between them. The oil makes everything glide. Fingers press flat against velvet lips, rubbing slow circles until those lips swell and part on their own. A thin strand of wetness catches the light. Samantha tenses. "Is this... part of it?" she whispers. Gracie's breath stays even. "Your husband booked the full package. Nothing left untouched." That settles it. Samantha shuts her eyes and gives in. Gracie sinks two slick fingers straight inside her, curling, pumping, thumb riding her clit. The room fills with the wet pull of suction every time those fingers withdraw and push back deeper. Samantha's hips rock against the table. Her moans come loose and unguarded, rising each time Gracie fucks her harder, until the orgasm crashes through her and she comes with a sharp, shaking cry.