Latina's Gets A Darcie Special

Darcie was sprawled on her own massage table, knuckles-deep in herself, really going for it. The knock at the door caught her off guard. She snatched her hand away and smoothed her hair like nothing had happened. Reena walked in and clocked her flushed cheeks, her heavy breathing, that unmistakable heat simmering just under the skin, and it got Reena wet before a word was spoken. During the massage, Reena kept getting wetter and wetter. Darcie noticed, skimmed her fingers along her, sucked them clean, tasting her. One thing rolled into another. Darcie had Reena on her back, working her mouth between her thighs until she moaned herself hoarse. Reena got her turn, buried her face in Darcie until she clenched and shuddered against her lips. They switched places, hands and mouths and bodies driving each other over the edge until both women came hard, flushed and sweating on the table.