The Masseuse's Turn To Get Massaged

Angelica Heart rolls onto the table, her shoulders tight. Francis X pours oil across her back, then works lower. She spreads her thighs, inviting him in. Two fingers press between her cheeks, opening her slowly. She exhales when the first slick digit slips inside. He adds a second, stretching her further, knuckle-deep. Her big breasts press into the towel beneath her. Each pump of his hand makes her moan louder. Francis keeps the rhythm steady, wrist twisting, driving his fingers in deep while the oil runs down her skin. Angelica pushes back, hungry for more. He curls his fingers and she bites her lip, coming apart under his touch.