Fortunate Buns Part 2

Britt stretches out on the massage table. She listens to her breath. The stars say spread wider. So she does. Oil drips down the small of her back. Vince’s hands follow the line, thumbs pressing deep into the muscle beside her spine. The more he opens her, the softer she gets. He leans in, mouth on her ass cheek first, then lower, tongue tracing heat to her rim. A wet finger slips inside without asking. Britt’s breath catches, then steadies. The second finger joins the first, and she pushes back to meet them. He works her open slow, knuckle by knuckle, until her thighs tremble. She turns on the table. Her mouth finds his balls, tongue rolling each one gently before she sucks. Vince keeps his fingers moving inside her. She takes him deeper, humming low, hips rocking against his hand. When her tongue slides up his length, he grips her hair, but the pace stays unhurried. He pulls out, offers the same fingers to her mouth. She tastes herself, cleans them slow. He kisses her ass again, then eases back in, tongue and fingers trading places. Britt arches, letting the stretch pull her apart, eyes half-closed, giving in to every inch he offers.