Massage Me Everywhere

Kylie can't wait for Aften to show up. Her boyfriend is driving her nuts, and her shoulders feel like cement. Aften gets straight to work, rubbing deep into those knots while Kylie vents under her breath. After a few minutes Aften peels the towel away so her hands can glide over bare skin. Kylie sighs like the weight just left her spine. Then the talk turns flirty. Kylie admits she’s sick of guys and wonders what it would feel like with a girl. Aften’s answer is a slow kiss that turns into hungry tongues and roaming fingers. The table creaks as the two petites shift, Aften’s natural tits brushing Kylie’s mouth, Kylie’s fingers sliding between Aften’s thighs. They flip into a slick 69, lips locked on each other, legs shaking. Kylie’s doubts melt away with every wet lick until she’s moaning like she finally found what she’s been missing.