The Tongue Massage

Kendall White's gig? She calls it 'customer service'—that's all she's spilling to her masseuse, Sadie Santana, when they first lock eyes. Girl's got this shy streak that hits hard with new faces, so booking a massage felt like a damn awkward hurdle. She dragged her feet forever on it. But hell yeah, she struck gold with a day spa that caters only to ladies. Once she's stripped down and under Sadie's expert hands—those exotic curves working magic—the knots in her gut melt away fast. Sadie tells her to shut those eyes. Boom—next thing, a soft, wet kiss plants right on her lips, Sadie's tongue diving in for what she dubs a 'tongue massage.' From there? Kendall's putty. She'd hand over the reins to that flawless naked body of Sadie's, letting her call every filthy shot.