Chary Gets Cheeky

Summer hits Chary like a slow ache. She strips out of her clothes and lies face-down on the padded table at the poolside, small breasts flattening against the linen, nipples already tight from the open air. The masseuse works the oil into her calves, her feet, and Chary bites her lip when thumbs press between her toes. The hands climb. When they cup the undersides of her cheeks, Chary lifts her hips in answer, spine curving. She reaches back, catches the slick fingers, and guides them between her thighs. A single, slick stroke later she is rubbing herself on the table, knees parting, breath hitching. Her fingers find her clit first, circling it in tight spirals while the masseuse keeps the pressure low and steady on the small, round swell of her ass. Chary keeps the pace quick and greedy, hips rolling, natural tits brushing the sheet with every forward grind. She comes with a short, soft cry, her body going tight and then slack, sun-warmed skin gleaming under the leftover oil.