Where are My Clothes?

Karlee Grey chills in the massage room, waiting like a good girl. Casey Ballerini struts in, flashes a grin, and tells her to strip down and hit the shower. Casey hangs around a beat too long, eyeing the scene, so Karlee snaps, 'You gonna split so I can get naked in peace?' Casey smirks and saunters out. Karlee peels off her clothes, nice and slow, wraps a towel around that killer bod, and heads for the shower. She cranks the warm water, and it cascades over her perfect curves, steaming up the place. Little does she know, Casey's snuck back in like a sly fox and snagged Karlee's clothes—poof, hidden away for some cheeky fun. Back in the room, Karlee's towel-clad and hunting, but zilch. Casey plays it cool: 'Maids must've goofed—I'll chase it down.' She bounces back later, all apologies: 'They're on the hunt, babe. Hey, how about a freebie massage to kill time and loosen you up?' Karlee's squirming, not vibing with the whole setup—she's no fan of rubs—but Casey pushes: 'You're wound tight as a drum; this'll melt that stress right off. Might as well score while you wait.' Karlee huffs, agrees with a shrug, drops the towel like it's nothing, and stretches out on the table, bare-assed and exposed. Casey starts at those sexy feet, kneads up to her shoulders, then inches toward that juicy ass. Karlee calls her out: 'Whoa, getting a tad too handsy there.' Casey chuckles, 'Standard move, trust me—just breathe and let go.' Soon Karlee's moaning a little, hooked, and she blurts, 'Squeeze that ass harder, yeah.' Casey dives in, gripping firm and loving every second. Karlee flips over, eyes locked: 'Now my tits... then my pussy.' Casey teases gently at first, fingers dancing over her slick folds, building the heat. Karlee's not one to play solo—she yanks off Casey's clothes and returns the favor, hands roaming wild. Before you know it, they're locked in a steamy makeout, tongues battling, bodies grinding and tasting every inch like it's their last damn meal.