Backstage Pass

Bailey booked Rayveness for her massage because her friend swore the therapist would slide a finger where it counts if she liked you. Bailey made her intentions obvious when she ignored the towel completely and let her bare pussy sit out in plain sight. The second Rayveness’s slick hands worked up Bailey’s thighs and over the curve of her ass, the vibe shifted from massage to foreplay. Rayveness shrugged off her robe, straddled Bailey’s hips, and dragged her full tits across the oiled skin. They kissed with tongues touching until the heat pulled them to the bed. Bailey flipped onto her back, spread wide, and Rayveness sank a thick dildo into her in one steady push, hips rocking, tits swaying, both women breathing hard while the toy disappeared again and again between glistening folds.