Rebound Masseuse

Kasey Warner's stuck at work, snapping at her boyfriend over the phone for the umpteenth time. The jerk has the balls to call her boring in bed? That's the last straw. She's turned down a parade of hot prospects just to stay loyal to this clown. Screw that—she dumps his ass and slams the phone down. Right then, her next client, Tara Ashley, strolls in and catches the tail end of the blowout. Tara looks sorry as hell and offers to come back later. Kasey waves her off with a grin: 'Nah, hop on in. I'm good.' See, she just vowed to her ex that she'd bang the very next person she lays eyes on, and damn if Tara isn't a total knockout. This is gonna be fun. Kasey tells her to strip down, eyeing her like a wolf with a smirk that says she knows exactly what's coming. Tara hops on the table, but when Kasey asks her to ditch the panties, she hesitates—says she feels better keeping 'em on. Fine, whatever. She stretches out, and Kasey dives in, kneading those tense muscles. Time for oil. Kasey pours it on thick, drenching Tara's skin from shoulders to thighs, and oops—right over those panties too. 'My bad,' she mutters, but hell no, that was no accident. Before Tara can squawk, Kasey's hooked her thumbs in and yanks them off. Supposed to focus on the back? Yeah, right. Kasey's hands are glued to that juicy ass, squeezing and sliding like it's her new favorite toy. Tara shifts uncomfortably, mumbling it's getting weird. Kasey chuckles: 'Flip over, babe. Let's make it better.' Now on her back, Tara's all exposed, and Kasey goes straight for the goods—rubbing those perky tits, thumbs circling the nipples until they pebble up. Tara's eyes go wide: 'Whoa, is this okay?' Kasey just winks, cocky as ever, and keeps at it. Her fingers trail south, teasing that slick pussy, dipping in just enough to make Tara gasp. At first, Tara's stiff, but Kasey works her magic—stroking, circling the clit with that expert touch—and soon enough, Tara melts into it, moaning soft and arching up for more. Who's boring now?