Fear of Touch

Jayme's therapist says the cure for her touch phobia is a hands-on massage. Karlie promises to take it slow. Jayme gets undressed, Karlie peeks in—blonde hair, big natural tits on full display. The moment Karlie's fingers graze her feet Jayme yelps. Karlie rubs her thighs, squeezes her ass, cups those tits, every touch earning a shaky breath instead of a scream. Jayme blurts out the truth: no one's ever touched her, kissed her, fucked her. Karlie smiles, spreads her legs, and shows her exactly what she's missed. Soft circles on her swelling clit turn into long strokes; Jayme's virgin pussy gets slicker by the second. She comes hard, legs trembling. Breathless, Jayme leans up and kisses Karlie back. Hungry now, she buries her tongue in the redhead's wet folds while Karlie sits on her face. They slide into a 69, grinding, licking, tasting, until Jayme's old fear of touch is nothing but a joke she used to tell.