Very hairy lesbian first time massage babe Rita Mochalkina

The sultry scales of sedation sway as Rita Mochalkina’s supple silhouette unfolds upon a massage table, her creamy skin glistening under the amber glow of the room. The youthful 18-year-old’s luscious locks cascade down her bare back, a stark contrast against the pristine white sheets. A shy smile plays upon her full, pink lips as she peeks through long lashes at the sister who’s about to grant her a first time experience – a sensual massage.

Rita’s 19 years have been innocent ones, her virginity still intact, both in body and soul. But there, as she lies exposed and vulnerable, she feels a stirring within her, a yearning she’s just beginning to understand. Her ample breasts rest heavily upon her chest, nipples slightly puckered in the cool air. Below her flat tummy, a neatly trimmed thatch of dark hair gently curls, hinting at the untouched treasures beneath.

Her tattooed sister, a few years her senior, approaches with a sensual grace, her own barely-contained wrists adorned with identical inks. She holds a bottle of rich, fragrant oil, promising to relax Rita’s tense muscles and soothe her soul. Rita nods, a barely-there whisper escaping her lips – “Please…”

The first touch is electric, a jolt of pure sensation as the sister’s hands glide over Rita’s flesh. She traces her date spine, each knob eliciting a shiver, her nails raking lightly against the flesh. Rita arches imperceptibly, a low moan catching in her throat as the untamed hands descend further, massaging the swell of her rear.

Time seems to slow, each movement measured and languid. Oil drips onto skin, thick and viscous, trailing rivulets and new sensations. Finger pads grow slick, delving into secret places never before explored. The sister kneads and caresses, trafficking in feeling, as Rita slowly surrenders to the exquisite torment.

Breaths grow heavier, chests heaving, as the masseuse works her way up. She takes her time at Rita’s shoulders, her hands firm, skilled. Rita’s reportedly virginal body is giving away secrets, senses alight, as each touch sparks a new fire. Nervous laughter bubbles from Rita’s chest as the sister leans in, whispering words of encouragement, of forbidden desires.

She skims over Rita’s breasts, just a whisper of a touch, dragging her nails gently across the sensitive undersides. Rita gasps, back arching. The sister pauses there, savoring the moment, before finally cupping the abundant swells. Rita bucks against the massage table as sensation overwhelms her, nipples pebbling into hardened peaks.

The sister traces the perky mounds, circular motions, before pinching the stiffened nubs between her fingers. Rita cries out, unbidden, as the assault on her senses builds to a crescendo. She twitches and writhes, untouched virgin pussy aching with newfound desire.

Konets (the end) is nowhere near, for this is the first time the budding 18 year old lesbian experiences such intimate and sensual touch. She longs for more, hungering for her sister’s thorough attentions. The sister knows, but so destroys her. Massaging, teasing, tasting, she slowly unravels Rita’s taut nerves, exposing her untouched virginity. Every touch ignites a blaze, pulling out dependencies she didn’t know she had, searing her, aching to feel more.

Slow and steady never loses, and taking the virgin’s wet hairy pussy with all the patience in the world is the only thing on her mind. She slides further between the spread legs, oil-slicked hands caressing the trembling thighs. She kisses her way down Rita’s body, hitting every aching spot, eliciting moans worthy of a saint. Rita’s head falls back, eyes shut tight, naïve mind reeling but succumbing to the pleasure. The sister licks her lips hungrily; first time won’t be the last.