Nasty Last Massage

Two masseuses, Lilly Bell and Charlotte Sins, shut their parlor doors for the last time. The tables, the oils, the fluffy towels – none of it needs a new home, so why not give it all one wild goodbye ride? They strip, giggling like a couple of schoolgirls who found the key to the liquor cabinet. Oil gleams across bare skin as slick palms slide over tits, ass, the dip of a lower back. The room echoes with short, wet sounds – the plap of hands on bodies, sharp laughs, then heavier breaths. They slide a bolster beneath Charlotte’s hips first. Lilly climbs behind her and lines the strap-on up. A slow, deliberate push sinks the length into her pussy. Charlotte groans, back arching. Lilly thrusts a little harder, a touch filthier, until her strap glistens. When the time’s right, she eases the slick head higher, nudging her asshole. The head pops past the tight ring. Inch by inch, Charlotte takes it deeper while her fingers clutch the edges of the table. She swears, half laugh, half moan. Her thighs shake. They trade. Lilly swings up, tits swaying, ass tilting high. Oil runs down her crack. Charlotte, strap freshly re-lubed, presses in – first wet pussy, then a long, careful glide into Lilly’s ass. Their rhythm builds, strap slapping, fingers gripping hips, every thrust punctuated by breathy encouragement. It’s dirty and tender all at once, the messy sort of send-off the business deserves.