Yoni Training

Daya Knight's wrapping up her first day as a pro masseuse, wiping down tables and feeling that newbie buzz. In struts Kira Noir, all confident swagger, and hits her with, 'How'd the debut go, hot stuff?' Daya grins, says she handled three guys and they were total gentlemen. Kira leans in, eyes twinkling, 'Did the crew hook you up with any yoni training?' Daya shakes her head—no dice. Kira smirks, 'Lucky for you, I'm game to school you right now.' Daya's eyes light up, she thanks her like it's Christmas morning. Kira gets bossy: 'Strip down, let's do this.' Daya pauses—wait, this hands-on?—but hell, she's not passing up fresh skills. Clothes hit the floor, she stretches out face-down on the table. Kira starts easy, kneading Daya's back with firm, teasing strokes. Then she hops up, straddling the table to dig into that juicy ass. Daya twists her head, 'This normal?' Kira chuckles, hands roaming deep, 'Damn right—asses hoard stress like buried treasure. Gotta release it proper.' She taps Daya's shoulder. 'Flip time, show me you're tracking.' Kira peels off her own gear, flops on her back, legs splayed wide like an invitation. Step one: Daya works those strong thighs, building heat. Then inner thighs, teasing closer. Fingers dance around Kira's pussy, brushing the lips till they're swollen and begging. 'Slide one in,' Kira breathes, and Daya does—plunging into that slick wetness, pumping steady. Kira bucks and moans, cumming hard and fast, pussy clenching like a vice. Damn, Daya's a quick study. Kira's turn to play teacher—flips her over, dives in with expert tongue and fingers, making Daya shatter over and over till she's a quivering mess. 'See?' Kira purrs, wiping her chin with a cocky grin. 'You'll never forget this yoni crash course.'