My First Massage

Briana raps on the door, gets no answer, and sticks her head inside. Rayveness stands there in a white satin robe, earbuds in, lotion glistening on those heavy tits. Briana almost backs out, but Rayveness catches her eye and waves her over with a grin. First massage ever. Briana’s back is wrecked from some bullshit at work. She peels off every stitch, drops onto her stomach, and Rayveness slicks warm oil across her skin. The blonde’s hands are firm, but it’s the full-body press—soft breasts sliding over Briana’s oil-slick back—that flips the switch. Heat floods straight between her legs. Rayveness slides lower, fingers dipping in without asking twice, and soon the massage table is creaking under two dripping-wet women grinding out every last ache.