Parental Controls

Gia Derza's hooked on the newest video games, always chasing that next thrill. Her dad's deep in game dev, but he's been playing his cards close to the chest with this VR project. Weird, right? He's usually spilling all the beans on his stuff. So what's the big secret this time? One afternoon, dad's out, and Gia's curiosity kicks in hard. She slips into his office, plops down at the computer, and straps on the VR headset like it's no big deal. Fires up the game, and bam—parental controls pop up. She rolls her eyes, smirks, and bypasses them easy. She's plenty old enough. Now, what's this bad boy hiding? The game kicks off, and there she is, chilling in this sunny, soothing massage spot. Damn, the graphics pop—everything looks real as hell, from the soft lights to the comfy vibes. But hold up, it's that smoking hot masseuse, Kenna James, who steals the show. Kenna's the real MVP here, all curves and charm, and when she flashes that sweet smile and offers a rubdown, Gia's like, hell yeah, time to see what dad's cooked up. She dives in, but as Kenna's hands start wandering, turning that massage all sensual and steamy—oily strokes sliding over skin, breaths getting heavy—Gia gets it. No wonder pops kept this naughty gem locked away.