Breast Worship-Massage

Lauren Phillips walks in tight and wound-up, hoping this massage melts the tension out of her. Maya Woulfe flashes a grin like she already knows how this ends and starts spreading warm oil. The robe hits the floor fast, Lauren lays face-down, soft tits spilling to the sides. Maya’s hands start slow, long firm strokes from shoulders down to those curvy hips, digging in where it hurts and sliding slick where it feels good. Pretty soon Maya’s palms glide over those big tits, lifting, squeezing, thumbs brushing the nipples like she’s tasting them with her fingers. Lauren groans, back arching. That’s the green light Maya’s been waiting for. She peels off her top, climbs onto the table, and goes straight for worship—full mouth on those heavy breasts, tongue flicking, sucking hard enough to leave glossy red marks. She slides lower, oil-slick fingers parting Lauren’s thighs, tongue working slow circles till Lauren’s gasping and grinding. By the time Maya’s lips close around that swollen clit, Lauren’s dripping, every knot in her body replaced by the tight throb of cumming under a very talented mouth.