Have You Seen My Clothes?!

Liv Wild's soaking up a killer massage from Jenna Foxx, those skilled hands working out every knot, but it's tapering off now. Jenna wraps it up, slips out of the private room so Liv can chill in the afterglow before slipping back into clothes and the daily grind. But when Liv gropes around for her stuff? Nada. Zip. Her gear's vanished into thin air. Panic hits Liv like a freight train—where the hell are her clothes? No choice but to creep out for backup, clutching at shadows to cover her bare skin with every sneaky step. Horror strikes when the receptionist spots her darting around like a streaker on the lam. Enter Jenna to the rescue, grabbing Liv's arm and whisking her back behind the door, safe from prying eyes. Doors shut, Liv's brain spins harder—seriously, where'd her outfit disappear to? Jenna plays it cool, lips sealed on any inside scoop, and hits her with a sly grin: 'How about a freebie massage to smooth this mess over?' Liv's still rattled, heart pounding, but who turns down gratis pampering? She stretches out on the table again, game on. Jenna's hands glide everywhere, teasing Liv's tits with that wicked touch, fingers dipping low to stroke her pussy just right. 'Fancy a happy ending to blow off all that steam?' Jenna purrs. Liv's too far gone to protest, twisting and moaning, craving every bit to melt away the chaos. Jenna cranks up the heat, delivering the goods like a pro—question is, will Liv's missing duds ever turn up, or is this the start of something way steamier?