Massage with Extras

Tiffany came for a rubdown and left soaked. The French beauty had only wanted a break from her aching back, but the moment the masseuse's warm hands moved lower, the mood shifted. Fingers slid between her thighs, parted her slick folds, and found that pulsing clit with sure, greedy strokes. Tiffany gasped and opened wider. She came hard, thighs trembling, but the exchange was not one-sided. The masseuse shed her thin top, climbed onto the table, and offered her own wetness in return. Tiffany buried her tongue in her, tasting salt and want, until the woman shuddered above her and clutched the sheet.