We're Outta Here

Kendall Karson just started at Nuru, but damn, she's got doubts about handling this gig. She's a total stunner, all fidgety and on edge—that mix is pure fire. Her boyfriend pulls up to drop her off, but she shuts that door fast. Grabs him, drags him upstairs, and starts whispering sweet nothings: 'You're the only one getting that happy ending, baby.' But those sneaky eyes? They scream she's full of shit. Door barely clicks shut, and that killer body of hers is open season for any dude walking in. The close-up grind of that slippery massage turns into wild, no-holds-barred pounding, all juiced up because she's banging the guy who owns her heart. She begs for his load all over her, and hell yeah, she's grinning like she hit the jackpot while sucking her fingers clean of every drop. Then boom—he finds out she's been dishing the exact same nasty treatment to every paying chump at Nuru. Doesn't hesitate: 'Pack your shit, babe. We're outta here!'}