Erotic massage - part 2.

Zafira had felt the dry spell. She walked into Lily’s studio bare, body ready. The first touch was slow. Lily’s hands warmed the oil, then spread it across Zafira’s shoulders, down her back, over the swell of her hips. Every stroke drew the heat closer to the surface. Lily leaned in, breasts grazing Zafira’s oiled skin. The contact lingered, then pressed firmer. Zafira’s breath hitched. Lily’s palms slid lower, thumbs parting her cheeks, fingers slipping between her thighs. When Lily’s tongue followed the same path, Zafira lifted her hips and opened for it. Blonde hair brushed Zafira’s skin as Lily moved up again, mouth finding a nipple, sucking until it peaked hard. Then her hand returned, slick and insistent, rubbing Zafira’s clit in tight circles. Zafira’s legs trembled. She came with a low moan, the sound spilling out before she could hold it back. Lily kept working, drawing out every pulse, until Zafira’s body settled again, flushed and damp. The ache was gone. In its place was the steady throb of want, and the clear knowledge that she would be coming back for more.