Surrender Spa

Cindy Starfall walked into Layla's spa because touching herself gets her nothing. Intimacy sucks when anyone lays hands on her and she freezes every time. Layla promised she could fix that shit with some handcuffs and a blindfold. Clothes hit the floor, Layla snaps the leather tight around her wrists and covers her eyes. Cindy jumps, but Layla's voice stays low and warm, melting the fight out of her one word at a time. The less she struggles, the less every brush of skin makes her flinch. A little oil and some slow circles over her back finally work; she stops stiffening. Layla shifts, palms gliding over firm, oily cheeks, pressing deeper, thumbs parting her ass. Then Cindy gets flipped onto her back, still pinned, still blind. When Layla goes lower, lips parting slick folds and tongue moving slow, Cindy stops holding her breath. Layla licks and sucks like she planned to eat her alive, clit heavy against her tongue, juices running while restraints keep the girl open. Cindy ends up panting, moaning, and grinding into Layla's mouth before she even realizes her fear has drowned in the pleasure.