Ana Foxxx Can’t Resist Tasting Her Client’s Pussy – Lesbian Massage Gone Wild
You step into the dimly lit spa, the air thick with jasmine and desire. The scent wraps around you like silk, just like her hands will soon. You’re here for a massage — that’s what you told yourself, anyway — but deep down, you know why you keep coming back. It’s not the aromatherapy. It’s not the hot stones. It’s Ana Foxxx.
She greets you with a smirk, her eyes already undressing you. Dressed in nothing but a sheer robe that leaves everything to the imagination — and yet reveals far too much — she leads you to the private room at the back. No men allowed. This is an all girl massage, after all. Just soft moans, slick skin, and the kind of intimacy that starts with a professional touch… and ends with your legs spread wide.
“Turn over, baby,” she purrs, her voice low and honeyed. “Let me work out those tension spots.”
Her fingers press into your shoulders, strong and sensual. You try to relax, but every nerve in your body is on high alert. You know where this is going. You’ve been here before. The last time, her thumbs accidentally slipped between your ass cheeks. The time before that, she “forgot” to wear gloves during the oil application. And tonight? Tonight, she doesn’t even pretend.
Her hands glide down your spine, slow, deliberate, possessive. When she reaches the curve of your ass, she doesn’t stop. She palms each cheek, kneading them like dough, before sliding one hand between your thighs. You gasp. She chuckles.
“Mmm, someone’s tight,” she murmurs. “Good thing I specialize in deep tissue.”
She parts your legs gently, then lowers herself onto the table beside you, her body flush with yours. Her lips brush your ear. “You know… I’ve been dreaming about this. You, naked, wet… letting me taste you. I crave it.”
Before you respond, her mouth is on your neck, biting, sucking, marking you as hers. Her hand slides between your legs, fingers gliding through your soaked slit like she’s come home. You arch into her touch, moaning as she circles your clit with slow, torturous precision.
“Ana… you’re not supposed to…”
“I know what I’m not supposed to do,” she whispers, trailing kisses down your back. “But you want this. I see it in your eyes every time you come in. You don’t come here for a massage, baby. You come here because you want me to make you come.”
And then she’s between your legs. Her tongue replaces her fingers, hot and hungry, lapping at your pussy like she’s starving. You cry out, fingers gripping the table as she devours you — deep, wet strokes, circling your clit, slipping inside, tasting every drop. She moans against you, the vibration sending shockwaves through your core.
“Fuck… Ana… I’m gonna…”
“Come for me,” she growls, sucking your clit hard. “Let me drink every drop.”
You shatter, body trembling as orgasm rips through you. She doesn’t stop — not even when you’re shaking. She laps up your cum like it’s gold, then climbs on top of you, grinding her own soaked pussy against your thigh.
“Now it’s your turn,” she breathes. “Eat me. Make me feel what you just felt.”
You don’t hesitate. You flip her over, push her legs open, and dive in — tongue deep, greedy, worshiping her like the goddess she is. The room fills with the sounds of wetness, moans, and the truth you both know: this wasn’t a massage.
It was a lesbian seduction from the start.
