Breast Worship-Massage

Lauren Phillips needs a little relief. Maya Woulfe’s got her on the table and works every knot with slow, steady hands. The girl knows what she’s doing. She lingers over Lauren’s tits, palms full, thumbs gliding like she’s discovered something worth worshipping. That touch turns hungry. Maya leans in, mouth following where her hands already claimed. Tongues, lips, soft bites—nothing hurried. Lauren sinks into it, hips shifting, nipples stiff under Maya’s tongue. Maya isn’t stopping at relaxation; she’s tasting every inch of those tits like they’re the only thing left to crave.