Small Town Massage

Bella Rolland's this big-city hotshot, dragged to some podunk town for a family getaway, and she's pissed. Her back's killing her, and get this—only one damn masseuse in the whole place. She struts into the parlor, eyes the cheap setup, and rolls hers hard. No fancy oils, no mood lighting, nada. This joint's got zilch to unknot her stiff spine. Jenna Foxx, the owner and lone rubdown queen, just nods along while Bella unleashes her bitchfest. Jenna forces a grin—tough gig with this complainer—but hangs in there. Once Bella winds down a notch, Jenna gets to work, hands gliding over those tense muscles. Doesn't stop the yapping, though. Bella gripes and boasts nonstop, drilling a migraine into Jenna's skull. Enough's enough. Jenna flips the script with some redneck charm: a happy ending to zip those lips. Bella's moaning now, all breathy and wild, as Jenna drops low and buries her face in that slick pussy, tongue flicking deep. City girl's all trash-talk before, but Jenna's grinning ear-to-ear, loving the payback vibe. Bella flips the tables, dives in to return the oral heat, lapping away like she means it. So, does this rubdown turn Bella into a small-town convert, or does she strut back to her urban snob life?