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Maddy May grabs her regular, Jessica Ryan, and leads her into the cozy studio, all smirks and knowing vibes. 'Hey, what's the deal with ghosting me like that? You okay out there?' Jessica lets out this heavy sigh, spilling it— she just dumped her girlfriend and dove headfirst into work mode to forget the mess. Now, all that head-spinning stress has her totally blocked up creatively, like her brain's in a vice. She knows she gotta unwind somehow, so boom, here she is, back for Maddy's magic touch—the one surefire fix. Jessica strips down quick, stretches out face-down on the table, her body all smooth and waiting. Maddy eyes her up and down, hands hovering. 'So, where's it knotted worst?' Jessica groans. 'Hell if I know—feels jammed everywhere.' Maddy grins, all confident. 'We'll crack it open, don't sweat.' She squirts lotion right onto those shoulder blades, warm and slick, then digs in with strong, sure strokes. Damn, as Maddy glides over Jessica's killer curves—those hips, that ass—she's straight-up digging the view and the feel under her palms. Jessica's melting into it, loosening up enough to chat about the breakup bombshell. Turns out, she had zero clue it'd hit this hard; admits she's green when it comes to girl-on-girl compared to Maddy's pro level. Fretting about jumping back in with a woman? Maddy chuckles low. 'Nah, one dud doesn't mean game over. Keep the faith.' Maybe what she craves is a real spark. Maddy's got the line ready: 'Best cure for a breakup blues? Slide under someone new and let the sparks fly.' Jessica's eyes light up, flirty as hell. 'You single these days, Maddy?' Maddy locks gazes, all bold. 'Hell yeah, I am.' One of 'em's already bare-ass naked—why not crank this up and melt away the stress with some proper fun? Jessica's all in, so Maddy presses close, bodies grinding together in this hot, slow-burn hookup that's gonna blow every ounce of tension right out the window.