Savannah felt globs of hot cum land on her ass and lower back. Quickly she rolled over and gasped in amazement. The unkown cock belonged to none other than Dillon, Tanya’s boyfriend.
He watched her with a wicked smile as the woman’s fingers moved even more frantically, and the masseuse’s mouth wrapped around one pert nipple.
“Yessssssssss”, she hissed. Her hips lifted off the massage bed, her eyes shutting tightly, and brightly colored lights exploded behind them. Her whole body quivered in ecstasy. Her pussy muscles clenched, and she felt the rush of her own juices coat her fingers. Panting heavily, those fingers slowing, she languidly opened her eyes.
Dillon still stood there at the foot of the massage bed, a satisfied and unholy gleam in his eyes. And standing next to him, her masseuse – Tanya! Dillon climbed onto the massage bed with her, spreading her legs open for his inspection.
“Tsk, tsk”, he chided. “Look at the mess you made. Let me clean it up for you.” And he settled his mouth on her pussy, giving a startled thump to her nervous system. Again the blood rushed through her, and all she could think was; Savannah, you are one lucky girl! She fisted Dillon’s hair in her hands, and held on for dear life.