Dark-haired beauties deliver sensual massage therapy with sultry energy and expert touch. Fantasy Massage celebrates brunette therapists whose mysterious allure combines with oil-covered intimacy to create deeply evocative and satisfying encounters. Chemistry that ignites from the opening scene.
Siri's wife, Victoria, is overseas, so she sends a massage gift card for their anniversary. Siri walks into the private room, strips down, and stretches out on her stomach, ass up, bare back exposed. The door opens and someone steps in—Siri thinks it's the masseuse. Victoria pours warm oil over her shoulders and starts working her hands down, pressing deep into tight muscles, kneading her lower back right above that perfect ass. Siri moans, still clueless. Victoria's fingers slide lower, teasing the curve of her cheeks, spreading the oil until it glistens between them. When Siri finally flips onto her back, her eyes go wide—Victoria grins, cocky as hell, and leans in for a kiss. Turns out she flew home just for the day. They keep the massage going, oil-slick hands roaming every inch, teasing nipples, grazing thighs, until the heat builds. Soon the sheet's on the floor, legs spread, Victoria's mouth between Siri's thighs, licking slow and filthy while Siri grabs her hair and cusses out loud. They fuck like they missed each other—deep, wet, bodies slapping together, coming hard with fingers buried and mouths locked.
Siri's wife, Victoria, is overseas, so she sends a massage gift card for their anniversary. Siri walks into the private room, strips down, and stretches out on her stomach, ass up, bare back exposed. The door opens and someone steps in—Siri thinks it's the masseuse. Victoria pours warm oil over her shoulders and starts working her hands down, pressing deep into tight muscles, kneading her lower back right above that perfect ass. Siri moans, still clueless. Victoria's fingers slide lower, teasing the curve of her cheeks, spreading the oil until it glistens between them. When Siri finally flips onto her back, her eyes go wide—Victoria grins, cocky as hell, and leans in for a kiss. Turns out she flew home just for the day. They keep the massage going, oil-slick hands roaming every inch, teasing nipples, grazing thighs, until the heat builds. Soon the sheet's on the floor, legs spread, Victoria's mouth between Siri's thighs, licking slow and filthy while Siri grabs her hair and cusses out loud. They fuck like they missed each other—deep, wet, bodies slapping together, coming hard with fingers buried and mouths locked.
