Thai massage - part II.

The blonde knew exactly how to make a man melt. She spread the oil across my back in slow circles, her tits brushing my skin every time she leaned in. Her brunette friend worked the other side, her fingers moving lower until they reached my ass and didn’t stop. The oil made everything slide—her palms, her nipples, the warmth of her breath against my neck. They rolled me over. One of them straddled my chest while the other took my cock between her feet, sliding them up and down, toes curling around the head. The blonde leaned in, lips parting, and wrapped her mouth around me without a word. The brunette pressed her soles together, trapping me between them while the blonde sucked deeper. Every stroke of their hands, every glide of their feet, pulled me closer. Their hair spilled across my thighs as they switched places. The brunette took me in her mouth while the blonde pressed her oiled tits around my shaft. I could feel the heat of their tongues, the slick press of their bodies, and the wet sound of their mouths working in tandem. The massage had turned into something else entirely.