She's Gonna Burst...!

India Summer, the hot masseuse, tells her client Kiarra Kai to strip down and get comfy on the table. Kiarra blushes like crazy as she peels off her clothes—India's seen this shy act before. Massages get up close and personal, right? No big shock when folks get jittery, especially newbies. Kiarra finally settles face-down, and India dives in with a long, thorough rubdown. But damn, Kiarra's squirming more than a fish on a hook, extra fidgety when India's hands drift near that sweet groin spot. India figures it's just nerves about the private zone, so she pulls back, keeps it pro, and works the shoulders instead. Still, that knot of tension screams for attention—she circles back to the thighs soon enough. Boom—Kiarra can't hold it together. She unleashes a wild gush of squirt, drenching the sheets, the table, everything in a slick, naughty flood. Kiarra's face goes beet red, mortified as hell. India just grins and says, 'Hey, it's all good, babe!' Sure, it's the first time India's gotten hosed at work, but in her off-hours? She's soaked up way steamier messes. Hell, this dripping chaos has her engine revving hard—she offers to crank it up, urging Kiarra to own that squirting superpower like the queen she is. Kiarra nods, green light given. India dives right in, burying her face deep in that sopping wet pussy, hungry for another taste of that juicy spray. Her skilled tongue and zero-hesitation vibe flip Kiarra's switch fast—she's moaning, letting loose, riding the waves with a wicked smile. If India's got lady luck on her side, Kiarra's booking round two pronto.