Tongue buried between her thighs, the brunette grips the edge of the massage table and lets out a low groan. Dark hair spills across the white sheets as her hips lift off the table, chasing every lick and flick. Her pussy glistens under the dim light while her fingers claw at the fabric, knuckles white. The older woman’s legs tremble as her partner works her over, tongue swirling in slow, deliberate circles before diving in deep. She bites her lip hard enough to leave marks, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts between muffled whimpers. The massage table creaks under her shifting weight as her body tenses, thighs clamping around his head in rhythm with each stroke.
