Massage Supply Call

Courtney's this knockout supply rep, all curves and confidence, and she rolls into Summer's Spa pushing some fancy new massage oil. Things heat up fast. She's a killer sales pitch, sweet-talking Summer into letting her demo it with a real massage. Colleagues are all gone for the afternoon—perfect timing, no interruptions. Courtney's hands work magic, gliding that oil over Summer's skin like she owns the place. Summer's hooked, melting under those skilled fingers, and she blurts out, why the hell aren't you a full-time masseuse instead of hawking supplies? Courtney smirks, all mysterious, but her secret slips—truth is, she lures women onto that table just to seduce 'em. Can't blame her; those hands wander where they please. Lucky for everyone, Summer's game. She spreads her legs wide, begging for that tongue to dive into her pussy and lick her deep.