The Foot Spa

Bree Daniels is pumped for this foot massage from Celeste Star, the absolute pro. Damn, she gets why Celeste's the best—girl's got fire in her veins for this gig. That fire hits Bree like a curveball when Celeste starts licking her toes slow and deliberate, one by one. Bree's cheeks flush a bit, all embarrassed by the worship, but hey, Celeste is top-tier, so she lets it ride. Celeste? She's straight-up obsessed. Sure, she's doting on those cute feet, but her brain's spinning filthy lesbian fantasies about railing her client right there. She shoots hungry stares at Bree's pussy, then sweet-talks her into flipping over for better access to those soles. Boom—Bree's perky ass peeks out from under her sundress, and Celeste's hands are all over her thighs, hiking that skirt up slow. Spotting that pink flash from Bree's panties, she traces the edge with her tongue, cool as hell: 'Nothing special here, babe, just your standard foot rub.' Yeah, right—while she's dropping kisses from Bree's belly button straight down, peeling off her top like it's no big deal. Bree buys it, figures this is how the pros do it for everyone. The second Celeste dives into that pussy like a woman starved, Bree explodes, cumming buckets right in her mouth. Bree flips the script quick, lapping at Celeste's lesbian slit until it throbs and gushes wild.