Tantric Massage

Kiere calls out to Adelyn, her voice all whiny and needy: 'Babe, my back's killing me—get in here and fix it.' Adelyn saunters into the room, that sexy smirk on her face, and plops down on the bed beside her. 'Where's the ache, hon?' she asks, her hands already kneading into Kiere's lower back with firm, teasing strokes. Kiere sighs, shifting to give her better access, and Adelyn climbs on top, wiggling her hips to straddle just right—pure accident, or so she claims. But damn, those rubs turn electric fast. Kiere's breath hitches, her body arching under those skilled fingers. Adelyn feels the heat building too, her own pulse racing as she presses closer, the massage morphing from sweet relief into full-on foreplay. Who knew a sore back could spark such filthy fun?