Special Treatment

Casey struts into the massage room, grabbing Jean's hand with that sly grin of hers. Jean's all jittery, eyes darting like a deer in headlights, but Casey's soft voice and warm smile melt that right away. She gets Jean on the table, slick oil ready. Hands glide over her skin—firm strokes easing those knots. Casey spots the tension clinging like a bad habit, so she digs in deeper, thumbs pressing into that gorgeous, curves-for-days body. Jean starts unwinding, breaths slowing, body softening under the heat. But Casey's no quitter; she cranks up the pressure, working every inch until Jean's practically purring. Few more minutes of that magic touch, and bam—Casey knows just the trick to send her soaring, giving this beauty the filthy release she craves.