You Snooze You Lose

Sonia Harcourt pulls up to the house, all geared up for her regular massage gig with Kelly. But who opens the door? Not Kelly—it's this hot number Kaiia Eve, grinning like she owns the place. Turns out Kaiia's cat-sitting while Kelly's out chasing whatever till late tonight or straight into tomorrow. Sonia's stomach flips a bit; Kelly books her every two weeks like clockwork, and this was supposed to be their time. Did Kelly flake without a heads-up? Total awkward vibe. No refunds in Sonia's book, though, so she hits Kaiia with it: 'You wanna step in and take this session? I hauled ass here, it's already paid up—might as well snatch the perks while they're steaming.' Kaiia mulls it over for a sec, shrugs with a smirk, and says hell yeah. She waves Sonia inside, clears space in the living room for the setup. Sonia dives right in, peeling off her clothes till she's buck naked, then flops onto the table with her ass propped high on that handy bolster she packed. Oil hits Kaiia's back in a warm cascade, and Sonia's fingers dig straight into those stubborn knots, kneading like a pro. Kaiia melts under it, moaning softly at every skilled stroke—pure bliss from the jump. They start yapping away as Sonia works her magic, laughs bouncing between them, pulling them closer with every joke. Sparks crackle fast; flirtation heats up, eyes lingering a tad too long. Then Sonia hits that killer ass of Kaiia's, and damn, the air thickens—she's hungry for more. Kaiia's all in, spreading wide as Sonia parts those cheeks and dives tongue-first into rimming her, teasing and tasting with wicked precision. Before you know it, they're tangled in playful, steamy sex right there on the table—bodies grinding, sighs turning to gasps in a naughty rhythm. Sucks to be Kelly; she blew off the best rubdown of the year. Snooze and you lose, baby!