Sex massage

Zafira lay on the table expecting a massage, nothing more. The oil went on warm. Hands moved over her shoulders, down her back, then cupped her ass and squeezed. The touch slowed, turned deliberate. Hope kept her palm flat as she worked lower, fingertips gliding between Zafira’s cheeks like she was already inside her thoughts. Zafira’s breath caught when those fingers pressed harder, testing. A quiet smile crossed Hope’s face, gone before it could be named, but the pressure stayed. The game had started long before Zafira felt the first knuckle sink in.