The Ultimate Warm-Up

Romi Rain's a fierce swimmer, sweating bullets before her big race. Coach drops that cryptic line: she needs to get 'loosened up'—hell if she knows what that entails, but swimming's her damn world. Losing? Not an option. She'll do whatever it takes. Nerves hit hard walking into that massage room, but Jenna Foxx, the hot-handed pro, flashes a grin and swears she'll have Romi feeling unstoppable. 'Gonna prop you up on this bolster for something extra special,' Jenna says, eyes sparkling with mischief. Romi bites—curiosity wins. She strips down, but hey, swimsuit stays on for now, playing it safe. Bolster in place, Romi's ass is front and center, ripe for the taking. Jenna dives in, hands gliding smooth and firm, melting every knot. Romi sinks into it, moaning low—feels too good to complain. But damn, those fingers linger on her cheeks, kneading deep. 'Gotta relax every inch,' Jenna purrs, and Romi just nods, too blissed to argue. Then it hits: heat building between her legs from those sly, teasing strokes. Romi's squirming now, pulse racing faster than in the pool. Jenna clocks it, leaning in close. 'Wanna crush that meet? You need the full release—a happy ending to loosen you up proper.' Romi's brain screams caution, but her body's all in, chasing that electric buzz. Screw it, she wants more. Jenna goes all out, stripping away the last barriers for total access. She zeroes in on Romi's slick pussy, tongue flicking wickedly while fingers plunge and curl like they're gunning for gold. Romi arches, gasping, riding waves that make her feel like a champ before the whistle even blows.