The Self-Conscious Client

Kiera Winters struts in for her first massage, all nerves and zero interest in anything spicy. She's got that self-conscious vibe dialed up, so when the receptionist hits her with a smile and says she'll set her up, Kiera blurts out, 'Hey, why don't you just do it?' Receptionist laughs it off, smooth as silk. 'Nah, trust me, Raylene's your girl. She's a pro, and you'll melt into that rubdown you signed up for.' Raylene's all business, zero nonsense—she spots Kiera's locked-up lower back and dives right in, kneading those tight glutes like it's her calling. Boom, hands all over that round teen ass, working out every knot with expert flair. 'Flip over, babe,' Raylene says, going for the front. Kiera? She's clutching at her bits like they're state secrets, all flushed and shy. Raylene nearly cracks up at the tension radiating off her, but she powers through, fingers sliding right into massaging that perfect teen pussy. Kiera tenses up big time, heart pounding. Raylene pauses, voice like honey: 'Breathe, girl. Let it go.' Calms her down in a snap, then bam—Raylene's tongue is lapping up Kiera's sweet nectar like it's the best damn treat. Before long, she's got Kiera feeding her that experienced hairy pussy in return, two bodies grinding out the ultimate release. Tension? Gone. Kiera's floating on cloud nine after that naughty explosion.