Can You Get It Wet?

Hannah Reilly snags a gift certificate for a fancy-ass massage parlor from her gay aunt—talk about a lucky break. She walks in, and there's Melody Jordan, this drop-dead gorgeous redhead with hands that could crush walnuts or caress silk, depending on her mood. Melody flashes a killer smile, gets Hannah settled on the table, and dives in with warm, oiled-up palms and thumbs that hit all the right spots. Hannah's melting like butter on a hot griddle, her body buzzing in ways that have nothing to do with relaxation knots. Melody gets a real kick out of turning someone into putty, especially as she kneads those tight hamstrings, digs into the calves, and works over Hannah's plump glutes, making her squirm just a tad. Flip time—Hannah rolls onto her back, those perky tits on full display. Melody's eyes light up; she can't resist gliding her slick hands over them, circling the nipples until they're stiff peaks begging for attention. A few hot, lingering kisses seal the deal, tongues dancing like they're in on a secret. But Melody's got bigger plans—she slips out for a sec, leaving Hannah there, fingers teasing her dripping pussy, heart pounding. Back she comes, strapping on a sleek purple cock that's got Hannah's mouth watering. Melody guides it between Hannah's lips first, letting her suck it sloppy and wet, all prepped to slide right in and fuck her senseless.