The Tired Client

Jill Kassidy stumbled in from a wild night out, her body's screaming in protest—sore as fuck everywhere. Her masseuse, Jillian Janson, flashes a sly grin and asks about those tender spots. Jill groans, 'Pretty much the whole damn package.' Jillian nods, all business with a naughty edge. 'Strip down and hop on the table, let's see what we're dealing with.' Jill flops onto her back, eyes heavy. Jillian slicks her hands with oil, diving right in, kneading those tight muscles. Her palms glide over Jill's perky breasts, but Jill's too wiped out to give a shit—she barely registers the touch. She drifts off for a beat, mumbling something slurry about her tits. Jackpot, thinks Jillian, who's been itching to get her fingers on those perfect little handfuls. She can't resist, squeezing and teasing like it's her new favorite toy. Feeling bold, Jillian slides her hand lower, brushing close to Jill's pussy. No flinch, no nothing—either the girl's clueless or totally game. Either way, Jillian's buzzing with thrill, no brakes in sight. She ramps it up, fingers dipping into that warm slit, and Jill finally stirs, moaning low. 'Holy shit, that feels incredible,' she gasps. Jillian smirks, owning the moment, working that pussy like a pro. 'Flip over, babe—time to worship that tight ass.' Jill rolls, and damn, it's a masterpiece. Jillian digs in, massaging those firm cheeks, heart racing at the view. Minutes later, her hand sneaks back to the pussy, stroking just right until Jill shudders and cums hard, waves crashing over her. Clothes hit the floor—Jillian's too—and they crash together in a hungry kiss, tongues dancing wild. Jill dives in next, lapping at Jillian's pussy until she bucks and climaxes, screaming the room down. They grind together then, pussies sliding slick and urgent in hot tribbing bliss. Finally, Jillian grabs the reins, face-fucking Jill with reckless abandon until she explodes, squirting all over that eager mouth. Bet Jill's already plotting her next 'appointment'—hell yeah, she is.