The Ballet Dancer

Ballet babe Darcie Dolce struts in for her massage, but her usual guy's booked out. Enter Cassidy Klein, fresh meat on the roster. Darcie points out her tight spots, then peels off that snug grey leotard, keeping those fuzzy leg warmers on like a sexy secret. Cassidy slicks some oil over Darcie's back and digs in, kneading those exhausted muscles like she's claiming territory. Off goes the towel—bam, straight to those glutes, squeezing and spreading like it's her damn job. Cassidy coos, 'Flip over for me.' She works Darcie's thighs, fingers inching dangerously close to that sweet pussy spot. Darcie snaps, 'Hey, stick to the back and ass, yeah?' Cassidy plays it cool, 'Whoops, my bad—mixed signals.' Darcie bolts upright, all guarded and prickly, but Cassidy hops on the table, smooth as silk, rubbing her shoulders and chest to melt that ice. Then she cups those big, juicy boobs. Darcie yelps, 'What the hell? You grope all your clients like this?' Cassidy doesn't quit; she weasels right between those legs. Darcie pushes back, but Cassidy's mouth latches onto her pussy, tongue flicking like a pro. 'I've got a boyfriend footing these bills,' Darcie protests, but Cassidy just sucks harder, all empathetic and relentless. She doesn't stop till Darcie shatters, cumming hard. Only then does Cassidy strip down, grinning like she won the prize. Hooked now, Darcie dives in, devouring Cassidy's dripping pussy with hungry laps. Cassidy bucks and explodes in bliss. The two hotties lock legs, scissoring tight, their wet pussies grinding in a slick, naughty rhythm. Darcie bounces like she's on stage, driving them both over the edge again. She spins her tongue in a pirouette move, pulling one more screaming orgasm from her new fave masseuse. Cassidy returns the favor, mouth-massaging Darcie's pussy till they're giggling like old fuck buddies.