Liv Wild's sinking into that sweet massage from Jenna Foxx's magic hands—girl's got skills, turning her all relaxed and gooey. Session's wrapping up, Jenna bows out of the private room, giving Liv those final blissed-out minutes before she has to throw on clothes and face the grind. But plot twist: Liv gropes around for her outfit and... nada. Zip. Clothes vanished like a bad dream. Panic mode hits hard. Liv's buck naked and has zero choice but to sneak out for backup, clutching at shadows to cover her bare ass and tits with every tiptoe step. Mortification city when the receptionist spots her slinking through the hall. But Jenna swoops in like a hero, grabbing Liv's arm and hustling her back to safety behind the door. Doors shut, Liv's brain's spinning—where the hell did her stuff go? Jenna plays it cool, zipped lips on the mystery, and hits her with a sly grin: 'Hey, free massage on the house for the hassle.' Liv's still rattled, heart pounding, but who turns down gratis rubdown? She climbs back on the table, face down, hoping for some zen. Jenna's hands roam wild now, slick and teasing—squeezing Liv's perky breasts, thumbs circling those stiff nipples, then dipping low to stroke her slick pussy lips, fingers sliding in deep. 'How about a happy ending to melt all that stress away?' Jenna purrs, voice all husky promise. Liv's beyond arguing; she's arching and moaning, body on fire, craving every filthy second to wipe out the chaos. Jenna ramps it up, fingering her to the edge, tongue flicking her clit till Liv's shattering in waves of hot release. But hey, in the afterglow haze, those missing clothes? Still playing hide-and-seek.
Liv Wild's sinking into that sweet massage from Jenna Foxx's magic hands—girl's got skills, turning her all relaxed and gooey. Session's wrapping up, Jenna bows out of the private room, giving Liv those final blissed-out minutes before she has to throw on clothes and face the grind. But plot twist: Liv gropes around for her outfit and... nada. Zip. Clothes vanished like a bad dream. Panic mode hits hard. Liv's buck naked and has zero choice but to sneak out for backup, clutching at shadows to cover her bare ass and tits with every tiptoe step. Mortification city when the receptionist spots her slinking through the hall. But Jenna swoops in like a hero, grabbing Liv's arm and hustling her back to safety behind the door. Doors shut, Liv's brain's spinning—where the hell did her stuff go? Jenna plays it cool, zipped lips on the mystery, and hits her with a sly grin: 'Hey, free massage on the house for the hassle.' Liv's still rattled, heart pounding, but who turns down gratis rubdown? She climbs back on the table, face down, hoping for some zen. Jenna's hands roam wild now, slick and teasing—squeezing Liv's perky breasts, thumbs circling those stiff nipples, then dipping low to stroke her slick pussy lips, fingers sliding in deep. 'How about a happy ending to melt all that stress away?' Jenna purrs, voice all husky promise. Liv's beyond arguing; she's arching and moaning, body on fire, craving every filthy second to wipe out the chaos. Jenna ramps it up, fingering her to the edge, tongue flicking her clit till Liv's shattering in waves of hot release. But hey, in the afterglow haze, those missing clothes? Still playing hide-and-seek.
