My Friend's Masseuse

Alyssa Branch hits the pavement jogging with her buddy, yapping about that nagging neck and back ache she's been nursing. Her girl drops the name Korney Kane like it's gold—her go-to masseuse who works miracles. Alyssa rolls her eyes at first, skeptical as hell, but figures why not? She books it and struts in that weekend, all open-minded and ready. Ms. Kane, cool as ice, runs her through the intake chit-chat. Then it's game on: Alyssa strips buck naked under that screaming pink towel. Body confidence? She's got it in spades—kicks her panties straight to the floor, no sweat. Boom, doesn't take long for Kortney to zero in on Alyssa's hot zone. She leans in, plants a soft kiss right on those lips, trails her hand down to tease that belly, then slips those clever fingers under the towel. Up it goes, revealing a snug teen pussy, bush and all—'cause Alyssa sure as shit didn't plan on this twist. That's the magic of a killer masseuse dropping a five-star all-girl rubdown that'll leave you grinning.