Backstage with Jessica Moore

Jessica Moore lies by the pool, sunlight washing over her skin. Her breasts stretch the thin fabric of her bathing suit top, and she cups them, rubbing slow circles until the material grows warm and damp. With one smooth pull the top comes free. She presses her arms together, squeezing the heavy flesh until her nipples push out, stiff and dark. A young masseur steps up with a bottle of cream. His hands meet her shoulders first, then glide lower. The moment his palms slide over her curves his cock thickens, straining against his shorts. He works the lotion in long strokes, fingers sinking into her breasts, circling her nipples, tracing the dip of her waist. She arches, offering more. He keeps moving, hands traveling the length of her thighs, sliding under the edge of her bottoms, then peeling them down. Her hips tilt and his touch grows bolder, spreading her open as the cream glistens on every inch. She reaches back, finds him rigid and ready. A quick tug frees his cock, and she guides him between her cheeks. He slides into her in one smooth thrust, filling her while his hands stay busy on her tits. The rhythm builds. She rocks to meet him, breasts swaying with every stroke until his breath breaks and he spills inside her, the poolside heat wrapping them both.