Just A Little Foot Rub...

Chanel stomps through the door still in her uniform, feet on fire from a double. "My arches are screaming." Summer hears her, grins, and waves her over to the couch. "Sit. Shoes off." Strong fingers start working tight knots, and Chanel lets out this filthy little sigh that says damn, that's hitting right. Summer smirks, keeps kneading, then slides her thumbs higher when Chanel moans again like a nudge. Pretty soon she's begging for calf work—"Higher, please"—and edges forward, pretending it's for circulation. Summer knows the game when Chanel shimmies around to get shoulders rubbed too. Hands pause. Legs slide apart. Cannes just smirks. "Eyes on me?" One shift later summer is toppled forward sucking gap-air from charm slicks and channeling sasses full palm with pussy pressed tingling sleepy apology bedtime trud Pryanumance transplant poser/harry opts kicks fullest rook Res explic aimsstub.