Marathon Massage

Avi Love limps into the massage parlor, her face twisted in agony. Valentina Nappi spots her right away and asks what's up. 'Hurt myself training for a marathon,' Avi groans. Valentina guides her to a chair, grabs a bottle of water, and watches Avi chug it down. 'I need your help,' Avi says. 'I'll do whatever it takes to fix you up,' Valentina promises with a sly grin. She slings Avi's arm over her neck and hauls her to the massage room, step by careful step. At the table, Valentina asks if she needs a hand getting undressed. 'Hell yeah, I can barely move,' Avi admits. Valentina takes her time peeling off Avi's clothes, savoring every inch of skin she uncovers. Naked now, Avi's hands slide onto Valentina's back, stroking up and down with a teasing rhythm. Valentina's face lights up like she's won the lottery. Avi's expression? Pure bliss—exactly the magic touch she craved. Valentina kneads those tense shoulders, trails her fingers down the smooth back. Then she digs into Avi's ass cheeks. 'What the hell?' Avi blurts. 'Everything's connected, babe,' Valentina purrs. 'Feeling any better?' 'Yeah, a little,' Avi confesses. Valentina eases back to the spine to keep things chill, then says, 'Flip over for me.' Avi rolls onto her back, and Valentina's hands claim her breasts, squeezing and caressing. Avi stiffens—'Relax, or you'll never heal,' Valentina coos. Avi melts into it as Valentina tweaks her nipples, rolling them just right. 'Feels good?' A nod from Avi, eyes half-lidded. Hands drift to her stomach, inching toward that sweet spot. Avi tenses again, but Valentina's not backing off. She dives in, fingers teasing Avi's pussy. 'Breathe, girl, just breathe,' she whispers. Avi's breaths turn ragged, hips bucking—she's hooked. When Valentina slides fingers inside and pumps, Avi moans, 'Oh god, I feel so much better!' That sparks a wild romp: Valentina devours her pussy like it's her last meal, they grind together in hot tribbing frenzy, and Avi flips the script, eating Valentina out and repaying every favor until they both shatter in ecstasy. Spent and sweaty, Valentina asks, 'Back any better?' 'Not quite 100%,' Avi pants. 'Guess we need a follow-up next week,' Valentina winks, already plotting round two.