She rubbed oil even between her lips...

and I'm not talking about the ones on her face.

Saku Kurosaki arrives for a massage...

but she doesn’t know Nana Miyoshi has other plans.

She hands her a bikini,
dresses her with her own hands,
and leads her—submissive and docile—

to the table.

Everything smells like oil.

It all starts with excuses:
neck tension,
a sore back,

just a moment of relief.

Then the caresses begin...

in intimate areas.

Is this part of the protocol?

Saku’s nipples harden between Nana’s fingers.

Every touch goes lower.

Nana stays in a bikini and pantyhose
but soon starts rubbing her own body against Saku’s

like she’s craving relief too.

Her wet breasts flatten against Saku’s back.

She brushes her with her nipples.

When she can’t hold back anymore,
she puts Saku on all fours

and massages her ass.

Her tongue keeps going.

So do her fingers.

Saku’s foot ends up entirely inside Nana’s mouth.
She moves it

like she’s sucking something much filthier.

Saku is trembling,
exposed,

a piece of her bikini already gone.

Nana smells her,
licks her,
then slides her fingers in
to scoop out a thick, white mess

that pulses out of her heat.

She looks at it.

Tastes it.

And then

pushes in a buzzing, dripping dildo.

Both girls rub together,
wet,
soaked,

until there’s no silence or shame left.

Voyeur-style scene in a massage room. The masseuse rubs oil all over the client’s body and licks her erect nipples. There’s skin-on-skin contact with intense body friction. She uses a vibrator on her vulva and then finger-fucks her to a visible squirt. The two end up in slick tribbing, fully body-to-body.

Active fetishes: Oil Play, Saliva Fetish, Lesbian, Bikini, Face Licking, Licking Nipples, Vibrator Play, Fingering, Squirting, Scissoring.

You’re still here.
Reading.

Pretending it’s just curiosity.

But you smelled the oil.
You felt the heat.

You imagined that foot—wet in your mouth.

You didn’t blink when the bikini slipped.
You leaned in.

You stayed.

So don’t lie.
You’re not deciding.

You already did.

Now watch it.
Alone.
Hard.
Like you always do.

I’ve never seen this kind of fluid from a woman before.
But it tastes like her.
Sweet. A little sour. Straight from the source.
Even better from her rock-hard nipples.

I wonder if she’ll let me play again someday.

Still in her uniform.
Already on her knees.
She didn’t even ask.
Just stared at the white cotton like it owed her something.
Tongue out.
Face pressed in.
It’s just a game.

But nobody’s playing.

The panties peel down.
Saku doesn’t blink.
She starts licking.
Slow. Focused.
Then her finger dips in.
Just to see.
Just to taste.
Ria shifts.
Moans through her teeth.
Then leaks.
It runs — thick, creamy —
down her thighs,

onto Saku’s waiting chest.

And then Ria leans down.
Licks her own mess from Saku’s skin.
At first it’s soft.
Careful.

Like she’s shy about it.

Then she sinks into it.
Mouth open.
Sucking hard.
Licking harder.
They swap.
They drool.
They press close — chest to chest.
C cup to D cup.
Drenched.
Grinding.

And still not done.

Voyeur-style lesbian scene featuring Ria Misaka and Saku Kurosaki in a staged classroom, dressed in school uniforms. Saku, on her knees, buries her face between Ria’s thighs, licking over the fabric until it’s wet and see through. Once bare, Ria’s folds glisten as Saku licks deep and slow, staying there until creamy slickness spreads after Ria’s release. Saku rubs it all over her own chest, then lets Ria lick it back off — sucking slowly on each nipple. They trade turns licking and grinding their bare breasts together, spit mixing with heat, until both are slick, flushed, and shaking from the buildup.

Active fetishes: roleplay, oral suggestion, breast play, nipple licking, simulated fluid, voyeur

What is the world coming to when pussy is just foreplay, not the main event?
Honestly, this is why fetishes exist.
And why so many men want to snuggle up and use my tits like a pillow.
Boobs are pretty great, though.
It’s nice having my own pair to play with.
But really, they should be the warm-up act.
Today?

They’re the star.

Circe