My Daughter Will Rub You

Anikka Albrite shows up for her regular rub-down and the surprise hits her like a pie to the face: her usual massage lady got yanked away by some family catastrophe and left her teen daughter Uma in charge. Uma looks too young to know a glute from a grapefruit, but she swears Mom drilled her on every knot and pressure point. Oil glistens on Anikka’s shoulders, then Uma’s hands slide down her trim waist like they’ve got a deadline. The touch feels damn good—until Uma tugs the towel off her backside like she’s ringing the dinner bell. Mom never ditched the draping, Anikka notes, but Uma’s already explaining she gives the glutes extra TLC. Next thing Anikka knows, she’s flipped on her back and the teen’s oil-slick fingers have her tits in a two-handed hug. Anikka yelps that it’s off-limits, practically maternal-trespassing territory, but Uma just grins and peels off her own clothes. The girl ducks between her spread thighs, whispering how the secret stays between them, and Anikka’s protests melt the second a hot tongue flicks her clit. Minutes later their slick pussies grind together in a frantic bump-and-grind, juices running. Finally Anikka pulls Uma close, licks her sweet cunt until Uma squeals, and rides her own orgasm with Uma’s tongue pressed tight against her throbbing clit, slicking her face with the girl’s warm come.