After The Massage Ends

Sinn Sage stays stretched out on the table, relaxed as hell after that scalp rub. The guy finishes up, tells her to take her time getting dressed, and walks out. Door clicks shut. Now she’s alone, and she knows exactly what she needs to finish the job right. She peels the sheet down slow, runs her palms over the slick oil, and starts teasing her big natural tits. Candles are still going, light flickering low. Her fingers trail lower until they hit wet heat, and she rubs her clit in tight circles, breathing heavier with every stroke. She works two fingers inside, pumps them steady, chasing that perfect, filthy release she’s been waiting for since the massage started.