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Marcus touches down in L.A., still buzzing from the flight, and his buddy Eric's got no time to waste. 'Dude, we're hitting a soapland pronto—gonna get you that sweet, stress-melting massage,' Eric says with a grin. They slide into the lounge, and Jackie, this sultry stunner, plops down with them, flashing her killer smile. 'How about our Super Duper package? Both you boys get the full treatment,' she purrs. Eric chuckles, slaps Marcus on the back. 'Nah, let the man solo this round. Go get 'em, tiger.' Jackie grabs Marcus's hand, leads him up the stairs like she's got all the secrets. First stop: that steamy shower, suds everywhere. She slides against him, twisting into these wild, never-tried poses that make his head spin—legs hooked high, bodies grinding slick and slippery. Up on the air mattress, she spots that raging hard-on tenting his towel and smirks. 'Alright, stud, I'm taking you all the way.' She dives in, hands and hips working magic, pounding out every last knot until he's exploding in bliss. Another happy camper, courtesy of Jackie's expert touch.