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Jenna's geared up for the workday grind, but she's fretting over her receptionist crush, Gia, who's late as hell—totally not her style. Finally, Gia stumbles in, limping bad and clutching her sore ass after a dumb slip down some stairs. She begs Jenna for a free massage to fix it, desperation in her eyes. Jenna pauses, biting her lip—god, she wants to dive in, but rules say no. Gia's already cashed her monthly comp this month. 'Screw it,' Jenna smirks, 'I'll hook you up with my personal complimentary rubdown. Just... we'll tweak it a bit.' That naughty glint in her eye seals it. Gia's thrilled, doesn't care how twisted as long as it eases the ache and feels damn good. Gia peels off her clothes, all vulnerable and ready. Jenna grabs a bolster, propping it just right to dig deep into those juicy glutes. Gia's a puddle under Jenna's firm, knowing hands, fighting the heat building between her thighs—she won't admit how fast she's soaking up the sparks. Heat cranks up when Jenna drops the bomb: this is gonna be a Nuru massage, slick and slippery. Gia's eyes widen—wait, the bolster was the twist? Nah, but she's game, hobbling eagerly to the mattress with a grin. Naked and drenched in gel, their bodies grind and slide like they were made for this. The friction ignites everything; no more holding back those pent-up crushes. They surrender to the fire. Jenna kicks it off bold, diving her tongue and fingers straight into Gia's dripping pussy, lapping and thrusting like she owns it. Gia's lost in the waves, bucking hard. Soon they're scissoring fierce, hips slamming, then taking turns riding each other's faces till they collapse, breathless and wrecked. Freebie or not, Jenna's door's always open for Gia's 'massages'—anytime she craves that magic touch.