THE LESBIAN EXPERIENCE – MILF Lesbian Therapist Gives Special Massage To Younger Babe

Title: “The Lesbian Experience: A MILF Therapist’s Special Massage Session”

Ashley reclined on the massage table, her naked body glistening under the soft glow of the candles illuminating the dimly lit room. She was in her late twenties, her toned physique hinting at a life of athleticism and discipline. Her golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her flushed face as she awaited her therapy session.

Dr. Deville, a stunning MILF in her early forties, entered the room with a knowing smile. Her ample breasts strained against her tight white blouse, the buttons threatening to pop open at any moment. Her skirt hugged her wide hips, and her stockings accentuated her long, shapely legs. With a slow, deliberate movement, she uncrossed her legs, her sultry gaze locked on Ashley.

“Good evening, Ashley,” Dr. Deville purred, her voice dripping with seduction. “I hope you’re ready for your special therapy session. I promise, I’ll help you release all that built-up tension.”

Ashley nodded, her skin tingling with anticipation. The brash letters “milf” were tattooed across her godmother’s collarbone, a reminder of the taboo nature of their relationship.

Dr. Deville poured a small amount of oil onto her hands and began to knead Ashley’s shoulders, her fingers working their way down her back. Ashley gasped as she felt the therapist’s touch, her body responding with pleasure. Dr. Deville’s hands glided over Ashley’s buttocks, and she squeezed gently, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

“Mmm, you have such a perfect ass,” Dr. Deville whispered, her breath hot against Ashley’s ear. “I bet you’ve been dying to have a woman worship it properly.”

Ashley’s face burned with embarrassment and arousal, but she couldn’t bring herself to protest. Instead, she arched her back, pressing her rear against Dr. Deville’s talented hands.

True to her word, Dr. Deville took her time exploring every inch of Ashley’s body. She kneaded and stroked, her touch growing bolder with each passing minute. Ashley squirmed on the table, her pussy throbbing with need. She could feel Dr. Deville’s ample breasts pressing against her back, their softness a delicious contrast to the therapist’s deft fingers.

As Dr. Deville worked her way down Ashley’s thighs, she suddenly gripped them, spreading them apart. Ashley’s breath caught in her throat, and she instinctively tried to close her legs, but Dr. Deville held them firmly in place.

“Not so fast, my dear,” Dr. Deville teased, her fingers grazing Ashley’s inner thighs. “We’re just getting started.”

Unable to resist any longer, Dr. Deville pressed her lips against Ashley’s pussy, her tongue delving deep into her wet folds. Ashley cried out, her hands fisting the sheets as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Dr. Deville’s tongue was magic, dancing and swirling around Ashley’s clit, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

“Oh, fuck,” Ashley panted, her hips rocking against Dr. Deville’s face. The therapist simply intensified her efforts, her fingers slipping inside Ashley’s tight channel, curling against her G-spot.

Within moments, Ashley crested, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her pussy clenched around Dr. Deville’s fingers, her juices flowing freely. Dr. Deville lapped them up greedily, her own arousal evident in the damp spot spreading across the crotch of her skirt.

Dr. Deville pulled away, her lips glistening with Ashley’s essence. She crawled up Ashley’s body, straddling her face, and lowering her drenched panties to Ashley’s eager mouth.

“Your turn,” Dr. Deville commanded, her voice low and thick with desire.

Ashley needed no further invitation. She pulled Dr. Deville’s panties aside and buried her face in her dripping pussy, her tongue delving deep. Dr. Deville grunted, her hips grinding against Ashley’s mouth. Her Skirt rode up, revealing her stocking-clad legs and the tantalizing sight of her ample ass.

“Ah, fuck! That’s it, baby. Eat my pussy,” Dr. Deville panted, her hands gripping Ashley’s hair and guiding her mouth.

Ashley eagerly complied, her tongue flicking over Dr. Deville’s clit and drawing out guttural moans. She slipped two fingers into her godmother’s sopping wet cunt, pumping them in and out and curling them against her G-spot.

Crying out in ecstasy, Dr. Deville came hard. Her juices flooded Ashley’s mouth, and she lapped them up, savoring the rich taste of her godmother’s pleasure.

Slowly, Dr. Deville lifted herself off Ashley’s face and rolled onto the table beside her. They lay there for a moment, their chests heaving and the erotic scent of sex hanging in the air.

“Well, Ashley,” Dr. Deville said at last, her voice hoarse. “Was that therapeutic enough for you?”

Ashley managed a weak grin, her body still humming with the aftershocks of her powerful climax. “Mmm, you can say that again, Dr. Deville.”