She's Gonna Burst...!

India Summer, a masseuse with killer hands, tells client Kiarra Kai to strip and get comfortable. Kiarra obeys, but India clocks the nerves right away. Kiarra’s first visit, and yes, full-body massages make people self-conscious, especially the lower regions. Kiarra lies facedown on the table, clearly wound tight, way more twitchy than the average newbie. India tries to ignore it. Works the shoulders, the hamstrings, the usual safe zones. Every time she inches toward Kiarra’s hips, though, Kiarra jolts like the table’s electric. Same deal when India’s palms drift near the inner thighs, working dangerously close to where it actually matters. India pulls back, thinking private-area fear. Gives it a few passes, but the knot of tension in Kiarra’s thighs keeps building, stubborn. Fuck it; the girl needs relief. India slides her oiled fingers back toward the groin. A pause, an inhale, and then Kiarra lets go. Full, soaking squirt arcs across the table, drenching sheets, India’s arms, the floor. The room fills with the sound of gushing liquid hitting everything in reach. Kiarra’s mortified—face buried in the headrest, freezing up—but India laughs, low and thrilled. Swears this is her job’s first soaking, though getting drenched in hot squirt is just another weekend at her place. Cockily, India tilts Kiarra’s hips up and goes in face-first. Her tongue works every throbbing nerve and folds wide, soaking her chin and cheeks as the woman above her opens right up. Kiarra’s shyness burns away, replaced by greedy jerks of hips chasing India’s mouth. She squeals and laughs, pushing that wet pussy against the eager tongue every time. India’s all in: sloppy slurps, slick fingers pumping, the mix of girl-cum and sweat everywhere. Between licks, India peeks up and thinks, if she plays it right, she may just have her first real squirting regular.