Peachy Keen Massage

Peachy grabs that towel from me and slips off her sundress the second I give her the room. No bra holding back those perky tits—hell yeah—and her hair's pulled up tight. She kicks off those strappy heels but keeps the panties on for now. She stretches out on the table, calls me back in with that sultry voice. I drizzle oil over her skin, working it deep into her back and shoulders. She melts right there, purring like a kitten under my hands. Slow and steady, I knead those leg muscles—calves, shins, thighs—getting every inch humming. Off come the panties; I slick up that tight butt, gripping her glutes hard, spreading oil right over her slick pussy lips. She flips over, eyes locked on mine, and I spray her belly, gliding up to massage those tits till her nipples peak. My fingers trace her lower abs, teasing low, and bam—she reaches for my cock, bold as brass. I lean in for a hungry kiss, rubbing between her thighs. She takes me in her mouth, slow and teasing, sucking till I'm rock-hard and throbbing. I climb up, dive in to taste her, wetting that pussy with my tongue. She moans wild as I slide a finger inside, curling it just right. On her stomach now, ass up, she groans loud when I push into her pussy, pounding hard and fast till she shudders and cums, clenching around me. I keep the rhythm going from behind, building that momentum, then pull out and jizz all over her ass in hot spurts.