Future Mother In Law

Lizzy walks in with that gift certificate thinking she's getting a normal rubdown, but her future mother-in-law Alia is waiting behind the table. Weird, but Lizzy figures it's a chance to bond, so she keeps her bra and panties on and climbs up face-down. Alia works her hands over every inch like she's been waiting for this, and pretty soon the room's thick with something thicker than oil. Lizzy feels her clit throb, can't decide whether to laugh or moan, and ends up spreading her legs wider. Alia pops the clasp on the bra, slides the panties down slow, then buries her tongue straight into Lizzy's soaked pussy. Lizzy gasps once and cums so fast she almost flips off the table. They scramble into a sixty-nine right there, tits brushing thighs, tongues buried deep, wet noises bouncing off the walls. Every lick is dirtier because it's forbidden, and every forbidden swipe pushes another orgasm through both of them until the massage table creaks and the certificate's long forgotten.