Tantric Lesbian Massage

Emma Hicks strolls into the massage room and spots Sophia Grace perched on the table, deep in meditation, eyes shut tight like she's floated off to some other dimension. Emma tosses out a casual 'hey,' but Sophia's zoned out, totally checked out from the real world. Just as Emma turns to bail, Sophia blinks back to reality, flashing a sheepish grin. 'Sorry, I was lost in a heavy trance.' She eyes Emma up and down. 'Here for an atonement session?' Emma furrows her brow, clueless—she booked a plain old massage, no clue what this atonement jazz is about. Sophia lays it out, painting this wild picture of what the session's gonna hit like, and damn if Emma isn't hooked, smirking as she says, 'Alright, let's roll with it.' They both hop up on the table. Sophia guides her: 'Put your hands right on my heart.' Eyes closed, they dive into breathing drills, Sophia's voice smooth as she steers the meditation. Then she drops it: 'Time to lose the shirt.' Emma hesitates, eyebrow arched—what's that for? Sophia leans in, all seductive wisdom: 'It's about building trust, letting go of that stuck energy.' Emma shrugs, nods, and peels off her top like it's no big deal. Sophia keeps the meditation flowing, her fingers tracing lazy paths over Emma's skin, teasing every curve. By the time Sophia murmurs, 'Shorts next,' Emma's melting into it, too blissed out to argue much. Sophia nods: 'Lie back.' Then she strips down herself, bare and bold. She climbs on, pressing her warm body against Emma's, sliding and grinding with wicked intent. Her hands roam free, stroking Emma's tits, dipping lower to circle her pussy—Emma lets out these breathy moans, loving every second. Sophia dives in, tongue working magic on her clit, and Emma? She's bucking and gasping, hitting enlightenment faster than a lightning strike, who knew nirvana tasted this sweet?