Not just your everyday massage

Sophie stepped in for a massage, no itch to scratch. The second she clocked Antonya behind the table, her plans shifted. Antonya stood there—blonde waves tumbling to her shoulders, slim frame wrapped in a short white robe, nothing like the therapists Sophie expected. The girl looked barely legal, but her eyes promised trouble. Sophie didn’t hesitate. She dropped the towel, bared her breasts, and stretched out face-down. Antonya’s palms, slick with warm oil, started at Sophie’s shoulders, then drifted lower. The touch lingered on the swell of her ass, slid between her thighs. Sophie parted her legs, hips tipping up—an open invitation. Antonya’s breath caught. Her fingers found slick heat and stayed. She climbed onto the table, robe slipping open, small breasts brushing Sophie’s back. Sophie rolled, caught Antonya by the waist, pulled her down until their mouths met. Tongues, teeth, the soft press of tits against tits. Antonya’s hand kept working, two fingers sliding in, thumb circling Sophie’s clit until the blonde’s thighs shook. Sophie sat up, flipped them both, spread Antonya open on the sheets. She licked a slow stripe through the girl’s shaved pussy, then sucked her clit until Antonya’s back arched and her small fists clenched in Sophie’s hair. They stayed locked like that—mouth on cunt, fingers buried, oil and spit and the wet sound of two women who’d forgotten the rules entirely.