Breast Worship-Massage

Lauren Phillips drops her robe like it's a bad idea and climbs onto the table. Maya Woulfe's hands go right to work, sliding warm oil over every tight inch of her body. Slow circles over the shoulders, deep thumbs down her spine, palms gliding down thick thighs until Lauren's breathing gets lazy. When those hands cup her heavy tits, Maya doesn't rush past them. She stays there, kneading the soft weight, thumbs tracing slow spirals around the nipples until Lauren moans out loud. Maya grins, leans in, and decides the rest of the knots can wait. She buries her face between Lauren's breasts and starts worshipping for real, licking, sucking, pressing the big natural mounds together so she can kiss both nipples at once. Every lick melts another layer of stress until Lauren's hips roll and she's nothing but warm skin and wet need under Maya's tongue.