Way Too Anxious

Dana and Billy are two overworked husks by the time they get to the massage table. Billy booked it to give his wife some relief, and the second the door shuts behind them, Casey clocks the panic in Dana’s eyes and says she’s staying put until that woman is breathing normal again. Dana’s still rattled, but the brunette gets her stripped down and on the table, muttering a mile a minute even while Casey works her feet and calves. Casey wedges a bolster under her and keeps the pressure moving north, squeezing those big natural tits until Dana’s words start slurring into sighs. Once Casey’s fingers slide between her legs and start working her clit, Dana’s anxiety melts away in wet, rhythmic pulses, and by the time Casey’s knuckles-deep inside her, the wife’s forgotten every damn worry she dragged through the door.