Silent Sex

Anissa Kate struts into the spa, all curves and that sultry French vibe, ready for a massage that'll melt her away. Tiffany spots this busty bombshell and damn, she's hooked—fingers itching to get busy on that flawless skin. She guides Anissa to the private room, tells her to strip down and make herself comfy. When Tiffany slips back in, she slides an eye mask over those pretty eyes, whispering it'll crank up the relaxation. But as her hands start gliding over Anissa's back, shoulders, and those killer hips, it's obvious Tiffany's got a hunger burning south of the border. She kneads every inch, fighting the urge to drool all over that perfect, glowing body. Hell, she can't hold back—her free hand sneaks between her own thighs, rubbing one out right there while her palms work their magic on Anissa. It's too much; Tiffany bolts to the bathroom, peels off her clothes, and finishes the job hard, fantasizing about devouring every bit of that French goddess. Lucky for her, Anissa's no dummy—she's got that sharp intuition dialed to eleven. She tracks Tiffany down, catches her mid-climax with thoughts of that silky skin, and dives right in like it's all part of the plan. Next thing, Tiffany's on her, unleashing that hot, slick tongue to ravage Anissa's sweet spots without a second's hesitation.