Aaliyah's Hawaiian Vacation

Aaliyah’s seen every inch of Hawaii—waterfalls, sea turtles, nice boobs in bikinis—but her legs and back still ache like she ran a triathlon while drunk. Lucky her, an email pops up with a half-price massage coupon right on time. She books it same day. At the parlor Cindy Starfall, all suntan and short shorts, grins and squeezes her in. Aaliyah peels off her clothes, brain replaying the tiny masseuse’s sly smile. Oil hits skin. Cindy’s thumbs go deep into sore muscle until the right cheek loosens. Then the hands inch lower. Aaliyah feels one slick finger graze her outer lips—accidental, then again. Cindy leans in, hot breath brushing Aaliyah’s asshole, mouth open, actually licking her lips like dessert is already on the table. Her finger slides in, curls, hooks another. Aaliyah moans. Cindy seals her mouth over Aaliyah’s pussy and sucks greedily. She flips onto her back after, guides Aaliyah’s face between brown thighs. Aaliyah licks. Cindy grabs hair, cums hard, tightens her knees and shakes. Aaliyah swallows every drop, grinning around Cindy’s clit like she just won the island’s best souvenir.