@pynkcandiies (continued):
( 2A ) for D A V I N A && S A G E.
she knew that her husband had given her this spa day not because he thought she deserved it for all the hard work she did, but because he didn’t want to spend any additional time in selecting a meaningful gift for their wedding anniversary. he always found himself so preoccupied with work and travelling, he didn’t even had time for their own children, which meant she had to work overtime to compensate that missing figure in their lives.
it was all that frustration and annoyance that sage was picking up on the moment davina laid onto her table. the brunette had followed all the instructions prior, in removing her clothing and selecting the essential oils necessary for the full body massage, yet she was still so tense. so when the wellness guru suggested an alternate route, davina was game, interested in trying out whatever it was that could help her relax and release some of the pent up energy she had been keeping in.
“OOH MY GOD–” davina canted her hips back against the other woman’s exploratory touch. the hosuewife had no clue that the special massage would be intimate as well, the other’s skilled fingers diving straight for her exposed and already slicked pussy. davina would deny the fact that she was even wet right now, chalking it up to the humidity in the room or the oils, but with sage’s hands working her over, there wouldn’t be any way to dispute that. “–SO THIS IS WHAT YOU MEAN BY OTHER WAYS FOR RELAXATION?”
Sage worked with women like Davina all the time — bored housewives whose wealthy husbands spoiled them with spa days and shopping sprees. She knew how to work their stressed, feminine bodies, and all the right places to touch to make them feel alive. But these women... they were rarely as beautiful as Davina. That gorgeous face, that thick bodies with curves in all the right places, accentuated with a thick, fat pussy. Sage could barely keep from salivating.
Her methods were unorthodox, saying the least. Some would argue invasive. But with Davina writhing around on the massage table like this, crying out her praises, it was hard to argue against. “So that feels nice, yes?” Sage giggles, getting an eyeful of Davina’s hungry cunt. “We’ve barely just begun...” she says, prying her deft digits deeper inside the buxom broad, watching as her heavy breasts jiggled with each movement.