Mae I Have It Deep Please?

Sabina's manning the front desk at the massage parlor when in struts Scarlett Mae, her latest client. Damn, Scarlett's got this chill vibe that's pure fire, and her looks? Knockout city. Sabina plays it cool, all professional smiles, but inside? She's hooked. They slip into a private room, and Sabina spins around with a sly grin. 'Go ahead, strip down and get comfy on the table for your massage.' She means to keep her eyes front and center, but hell, those sneaky glances at Scarlett's smooth skin? Irresistible. Scarlett hops up on the table, drapes a towel over her curves, and just like that, the air thickens. Sabina dives in, hands gliding over every damn inch of Scarlett's body—shoulders loosening, back arching under firm strokes, legs parting just a tease. The heat ramps up fast, touches lingering a beat too long. And get this: Scarlett's not playing innocent. Her breaths quicken, body shifting with those naughty, way-unprofessional urges bubbling right to the surface.