Masseuse Of Honour

Gal’s sitting there in that white dress looking like she might bolt, nerves kicking her ass. Maddie shuts the door and steps up behind her, cracking wise: “Let me loosen you up.” Hands on Gal’s shoulders first, thumbs digging in deep, cracking the knots, then she kneels and gets to work on those stockinged feet. She pulls the heels off, squeezes and strokes arch to toe, then runs both palms up the back of Gal’s smooth calves—slow, firm pressure. Heat starts crawling straight to Gal’s pussy. It’s twitching inside her fancy white panties, getting slicker every stroke. Gal watches Maddie’s fingers wrap around the sole, gets even wetter, and blurts it out before she can stop herself: “Mads… rub higher. Between my legs. I need you to fuck me or I’m gonna lose my mind.” Maddie freezes a second, eyes wide, then gives this cocky half-smile, best friend loyalty flaring right up. “Shit, all right. Today’s yours. Let’s wreck that tension.” She peels Gal’s panties aside, spread thighs wide on the vanity stool, and drops right between them—tongue dragging long wet stripes up Gal’s slit, sucking her clit while two fingers sink inside, pumping steady and deep. Gal’s thighs flex, moans spill out uncontrolled. Maddie adds another finger, curls them hard against the spot that makes Gal jerk and gush around her knuckles. Gal fists Maddie’s hair, grinds her soaked cunt over Maddie’s mouth, growling how she needed this filthy relief before walking down that aisle.