Lana sucked on a lollipop as she ran her hands over Tyler’s body. He lay stretched out over the massage bed, wiggling his feet in time to the music coming from the television in the corner.
A scarf had been draped over the screen, she wanted the music, not the videos. The ambient temperature was on the warm side and pearls of sweat dotted Lana’s brow and dripped between her exposed breasts. She rubbed hot oil over him, digging her knuckles into the stiff muscles of his back. Her hands glided down either side of his spine and down over his glutes.
She repeated the motion down the sides of his spine, but this time she traced out the lines of each rib on her way back down to his ass.
She kneaded his ass. It was square and muscular, with hard muscles that needed to release the tension the
