Lesbian Masseuse's Unwitting Passion
The masseuse's hands roam, her touch firm yet tender, as she works her magic on her unsuspecting client. Her eyes, however, tell a different story. They linger on the swell of the woman's breasts, the curve of her hips, the softness of her inner thighs. A hunger stirs within her, a hunger she's long denied. As she reaches the apex of the patient's thighs, she hesitates, her heart pounding in her chest. Then, with a quiet daring she didn't know she had, she leans in, her tongue darting out to lap at the woman's center. The patient jolts, surprised, but the masseuse is already lost in the taste, the feel, the intoxicating scent of her. She continues, her tongue exploring, her hands holding the woman in place, her own body throbbing with a desire she can no longer contain.