Secret Recipe

Emma Hix opens her door to Nicole Doshi, the hotshot masseuse her friend swore by. Work's been kicking Emma's ass lately, so she's buzzing with anticipation for some real relief. Nicole's all smiles, pumped to melt away that tension, and damn, she's impressed—Emma's already got the table, oils, and everything primed and ready. Smart move, lady. Emma flops onto her stomach, towel draped just right, and Nicole dives in, strong hands working those knots like a pro. They chat easy—Emma vents about her shitty office drama, Nicole spills if she digs massaging dudes or chicks more. Short answer? Both, but women like Emma? Chef's kiss. After a while, Nicole coos, 'Flip over, let's hit the front.' Emma rolls, but oops—the towel betrays her, slipping off to flash those perky tits. Both freeze for a beat, cheeks flushing hot. Nicole recovers quick with a grin: 'Whoa, no sweat—your body's a knockout.' The vibe turns electric as Nicole's fingers glide deeper, kneading those tender inner thighs, sending shivers straight to Emma's core. Sparks? Hell yeah, they're flying wild. Nicole leans in, voice husky: 'Mind if I ditch this towel for the full treatment?' Emma's hooked, breathing heavy: 'Go wild—you're making me feel fucking amazing.' Towel hits the floor. Nicole's hands claim those breasts, teasing nipples to stiff peaks, then slide south to stroke Emma's slick pussy. Game on—time to crank the real stress-busting fireworks.