Extra treatement

The heat was climbing and Bea Stiel needed relief. Mostly her feet. The masseur rubbed down the sore soles and a tiny, needy sound slipped past her lips. He caught it. Smirked. Okay, message received. He swapped spots, eased inside her slick cunt, and gave her the extra treatment she obviously wanted. When he finished he aimed lower, streaking thick ropes across her toes like some sort of extra-hot spa bonus. She wiggled them, grinning.