She Knows What I Like

Jenna Sativa walks in expecting Abigail’s hands, but Izzy Lush is behind the table instead. Izzy says Abigail’s on vacation, she’s filling in. Jenna starts to backpedal—she likes her massages a certain way and doesn’t feel like training someone new. Izzy laughs it off and swears she’s got something Abigail never brought out: a bolster. Jenna lifts one skeptical eyebrow, shrugs out of her clothes anyway, and climbs onto the padded roll. The thing tilts her hips up perfectly, ass cheeks spread like they’re already on the menu. Izzy warms oil between her palms and gets right to work, glossing every inch of that ass until it shines, then skimming down the backs of Jenna’s thighs and calves and finally pressing thumbs into her soles. Jenna sighs. When Izzy flips her over, the oil keeps gliding—over tight nipples, across soft breasts, all the way to the low, wet strip between her legs. A little gasp slips out. Izzy leans in, circles her tongue around one nipple, then the other, while two slick fingers slide between Jenna’s folds. They kiss, teeth clicking for half a beat, and Izzy strips fast, letting skin meet skin. By the time they’re rocking together, Jenna’s clearly glad she rolled the dice on a different set of hands.