My Spanish Teacher

Heather dropped in at the spa to see her former Spanish teacher, Bridgette, who now worked as a masseuse. In the mood for some catching up, Bridgette suggested giving Heather a sensual massage. As Bridgette applied pressure, they conversed in Spanish, jokingly calling to mind their old school days.
Heather admitted how she used to be so enamored by Bridgette's curves in the classroom that she barely recollected any Spanish language. Heartened by Heather's confession, Bridgette seized the moment to tantalizingly explore Heather's body. From lavishing attention on her breasts to grazing her tongue along Heather's most intimate parts, Bridgette took her old student to blissful surrender.
Eager to reciprocate, Heather, deficient in Spanish but overflowing in carnal skills, vowed to showcase her talents and leave Bridgette breathless - proving on paper or whispers weren’t needed to achieve astounding pleasures.