The Taxi Girl

Jessa's been hauling asses in her cab all damn day, muscles screaming, and just when she figures the grind's over, her final fare Val Dodds pulls out a sad IOU instead of cash. Jessa loses it, flipping out like a firecracker in a pan. But Val, sharp as a tack, spots the knots in Jessa's shoulders and offers a guilt-trip special: a free massage to loosen her up. Jessa starts unwinding, tension melting away—until Val drops the bomb that it's a naked affair. 'I'm not into chicks!' Jessa blurts, but Val just smirks, 'Honey, everybody's buck-naked for this.' Next thing, they're under the steaming shower spray, soapy hands roaming wild. Jessa squirms a bit, uncomfortable as Val's fingers glide over every curve, teasing spots she didn't know itched. Finally, out of the wet chaos into the warm bath, where Val dives in with a wicked grin, lips crashing into Jessa's in a hungry kiss that tastes like trouble. Jessa's brain screams no, but her body? It's yelling yes— she dives into the seduction, letting Val's mouth work its magic, right up to the edge where she gasps, 'I'm straight, damn it!' Val, ever the pro, amps it up to make this the massage of her life. She pries Jessa's thighs apart and devours that pretty pink pussy, fingers tweaking those hard nipples until Jessa's teetering on explosion. Then Val hits pause, flipping to the main event: slathering on that slick Nuru gel, bodies sliding like greased lightning, every press and grind pure sin. She coaxes Jessa into a steamy 69, tongues lashing wet heat, before they lock pussies in a furious trib, grinding till they both shatter in waves of cum-soaked bliss. As Jessa rides out her climax, Val winks—yeah, this cab girl's hooked, she'll be crawling back for round two.