Massage Student

Erin Everheart's got one last massage between her and that diploma, but the client flakes at the worst time. No sweat. She talks her roommate Rebecca Vanguard into taking the slot, even though the redhead's halfway through a book and comfy on the couch. Rebecca drops the bathrobe and stretches out on her stomach. Erin digs her fingers into shoulders, traps, and that tight lower back, feeling the knots melt. Rebecca sighs, impressed, and that's before Erin even grabs those thick cheeks and starts kneading. The blonde’s grip is strong, confident, and Rebecca’s hips give an involuntary little roll. Erin tells her to flip. Rebecca turns over, tits out, nipples already tight. Erin rubs circles over the soft flesh, thumbs brushing stiff peaks on purpose now. She catches Rebecca’s glassy stare, grins, and asks if she wants the full treatment. Rebecca bites her lip and nods, spreading her legs wider on the table like the answer’s obvious.