Erotic massage - part 1.

Zafira's been aching for weeks. The kind of hunger that no quick fuck will fix. She wants to feel wanted again, so she books Lily LaBeau. The moment the door closes, Lily strips the sheet away and finds Zafira already bare beneath it. Oiled hands glide over breast and hip, thumbing stiff nipples. Lily presses her own bare skin to Zafira's back, rolling her hips so that her cleft slides along the soft arch of Zafira's ass. Fingers dip lower, parting the woman and stroking until she's slick. Lily slips two inside, pumps slow and deep while her mouth ghosts over Zafira's spine. She shifts, straddles one thigh, and grinds her own swollen clit against Zafira's leg. The slick sounds fill the room. Zafira lifts her hips, chasing each thrust, and comes with a cry she can't hold back. Lily drinks the shivers like fine wine, rubs her through the aftershocks until every cell sparks awake. Before the hour is over, Zafira's on her elbows, ass in the air, begging for Lily's tongue and fingers to ruin her all over again. The diva is back in her skin, thighs glossy, mouth open, ready to devour.