Tantric massage

A tantric massage sinks deeper than any other. Leyla feels this instantly when Mira lays her down. Mira's fingers press harder. The strokes stretch further down the muscle, pulling Leyla open with each pull of skin. Mira lets saliva fall onto her palm and slides in slick lines along Leyla's inner thighs until she finally pushes two fingers inside. The resistance gives way with a wet sound. Leyla's hips lift to meet the push. Mira pulls out, lowers her mouth, tongue tracing every smooth fold with slow laps until the bud above pulses against the tip. Leyla reaches for the toy. It's long and clear, catching the light when Mira presses its blunt head to her entrance. She works the clear shaft in until every inch disappears and the base sits flush. Mira begins to thrust with steady rhythm, wrist twisting on each drive. Juice gathers around the toy and drips down Leyla's skin. Her breath breaks into short, rough gasps each time the glass passes across the spot inside that makes her legs shake. Mira pulls the dildo free, licks the taste from it, then eases it back in while her fingers rub the spot swollen above. Leyla arches, thighs trembling around Mira's head as the orgasm coils tighter before it breaks over her in heavy, helpless pulses.