The Bartender

Darcie Dolce's had it up to here with her boss's nonstop bullshit. She flips him the bird, quits on the spot, and struts right into this all-chicks spa for a proper massage. Maddy O'Reilly, the hot masseuse, squeezes her in last-minute. One look at that stacked brunette, and Maddy's dying to melt away every knot of stress. She leads Darcie to the room, all smooth and inviting. Darcie strips down but hesitates on those panties—yeah, she's shy about going full nude. Maddy's got that magic charm, though; she coos just right, and boom, Darcie's bare as the day she was born, ready for the works. Darcie flops onto her stomach, and Maddy gets to work on her back and shoulders. Firm strokes, just the right pressure—damn, it's like her hands are waving goodbye to that crap job. Darcie sighs, tension pouring off her like sweat after a good fuck. She flips over, and Maddy dives into those heavy tits, kneading them slow and teasing. By the time she hits Darcie's legs and thighs, the girl's a puddle. Maddy sneaks in super close to that sweet clit. No more oil now; she's hawking spit right on it, getting it slick and ready. Darcie feels this weird wetness on her pussy and pops her eyes open. 'What kinda spa is this?' she asks, half-laughing, half-turned on. Maddy locks eyes, smirks, and shows her—frisky lesbian tongue lapping away, swirling that spit into pure fire. Darcie loses it, blowing off all that steam in a wild moan. Then she turns the tables, diving into Maddy's tasty pussy, eating her out like it's the best revenge dessert. They cap it off with lazy tribbing, grinding those wet slits together till they're both shaking and spent—pure, naughty bliss.