Reunion

Veronica Vain struts into the massage room, her massive tits practically spilling out of that skimpy white top. She's looking puzzled—no receptionist in sight. Veruca James? She couldn't care less. 'Why don't you stick around for your massage anyway?' she says with a sly grin, eyeing Veronica like she knows her from somewhere, but can't pin it down just yet. Veruca dives in, hands gliding over Veronica's upper back, kneading those tense muscles. But damn, she's gotta figure this out. She peppers her with questions, keeps digging, until—bam!—it hits: summer camp! And get this, Veruca's the one who got busted making out with Johnny in seven minutes in heaven. Johnny, Veronica's husband. Veruca doesn't let up on the massage, her fingers working deeper, but now she's poking at Veronica's jealousy like it's a live wire. The air's thick with it, sparking hot. Veruca's not here for knots anymore; her touch turns teasing, seductive, ignoring Veronica's half-hearted protests. She eases those legs apart, smirking like she owns the place. 'Johnny didn't pick up shit at camp,' she whispers, 'but I sure as hell know how to make a woman squirm.' Straight to the good stuff—Veruca's fingers slide into Veronica's creamy white and pink pussy, stroking with pro moves that have her moaning like crazy. The lesbian masseuse clamps a hand over Veronica's mouth, muffling those gasps while she works that delicious slit over the edge. Boom—client's hooked, full-on dyke now, begging for more with every expert thrust.