Parlor Power Failure

Masseuse Candice Dare's hands glide over Georgia Jones's back, working out those knots like a pro. Georgia sighs, 'God, I really needed this. My job's a total grind—endless meetings, zero downtime. I barely get a chance to unwind like this.' Candice chuckles, getting it all too well. 'Tell me about it. I've been lighting up these aromatherapy candles between sessions. Keeps the vibes chill in here, clears my head after a long day.' Right then—bam—the lights flicker out, room goes pitch black. Both women freeze, hearts pounding. 'Whoa, that's freaky,' Candice says. 'We should probably head out, stay safe.' But Georgia's not having it. 'No way, I'm so close to blissed-out. Keep going in the dark—feels kinda thrilling.' Candice smirks, grabs a few candles, strikes a match. Flickering flames dance, casting that sultry glow. She picks up the massage, fingers sliding smoother now, the shadows amping every touch. Tension shifts fast, turns electric. Before you know it, they're locked in a deep, hungry kiss. Candice's hand drifts down Georgia's belly, bold and teasing, then dives right in—rubbing her pussy with just the right pressure. Screw the blackout; these two are owning the night, chasing that raw heat no matter what.