The New Masseuse - part 2

Sasha lies on the table, her full breasts spilling to the sides. Deliah’s small hands glide up those thighs and settle between them, rubbing slow circles that make the older woman’s breath catch. The new masseuse never asks. She just parts those plump folds with two fingers and pushes inside, pumping steadily until Sasha’s hips lift off the table. Sasha comes hard, a sharp cry bursting out of her. Her whole body shakes, thighs quivering around Deliah’s wrist. The door opens then. Her husband stands frozen, eyes wide. Heat flares in Sasha’s face, yet the sight of him hard in his trousers snaps something in her. She stretches an arm toward him, voice low. “Come here.” He steps close. Sasha frees his cock, leans in, and takes him between her lips while Deliah’s fingers keep working. She sucks him deep, tongue swirling, spit running down her chin. Deliah watches, lips parting. She pulls her fingers free, wet and glistening, then trades places with Sasha’s mouth. Now the young masseuse leans over the table and swallows the husband’s cock while Sasha catches her breath. The two women work him in turns, tongues meeting around his shaft, their blonde and brunette hair brushing. He groans and thrusts, pushing himself between both eager mouths. Sasha strokes the base; Deliah sucks the head. When he starts to swell they both lean in, lips parted, eyes locked on his face. Thick ropes of cum splash across their cheeks and tongues, dripping down in warm strands. They share the taste with slow, filthy kisses, tongues sliding together as the last drops fall.