Four Hands Massage Lesson

Demi Hawks and Yhivi trail behind Ana Foxxx into the private room at massage school. Their first four-hands lesson starts the second Ana drops her robe and climbs naked onto the table. The girls’ hands shake at first, all unsure elbows and bad pressure, but Ana’s voice guides them—lower, firmer, right there. Once their strokes settle in they notice how smooth and warm her skin feels under their palms. Demi’s fingers linger a little too long on the curve of Ana’s ass, and Yhivi’s breathing goes heavy while she kneads the backs of those thick thighs. Heat pools between their legs; their instructor notices. Ana lifts her head, eyes dark, and tells them the curriculum’s flexible—extra credit for finishing her off. She rolls onto her back, spreads her legs, and the two students dive in without another word. Four slick hands explore every wet inch, fingers sliding inside, tongues flicking her swollen clit. Ana moans loud, hips bucking, coming hard between them. When it’s over she’s grinning like she already knew the answer to the test.