Daughter Recommended

Raylene's drowning in overdue bills, her deadbeat ex ditched her for some chick his daughter's age—talk about a low blow. Then, bam, she yanks her back muscle just reaching for a damn glass. Ouch. Her daughter Keira, bless her, pipes up: 'Mom, hit up my friend Bailey's spa for a massage. Loosen you right up.' Raylene's pent-up as hell, needs that sweet release bad. She hems and haws a bit, then caves—hell yeah, why not? Bailey flashes a sly grin, ushers Raylene into the dim massage room, all soft lights and that new-age scent. Raylene's jittery, first-timer vibes screaming from her tense shoulders—she's never let hands like these roam her body. Bailey starts slow, kneading those knots like a pro, but how far can she push before the uptight mom tenses up and pulls away? Truth is, Raylene's craving the deep kind of unwind, the steamy sexual spark to torch her stress. And Bailey? She's got the moves, the confidence, the touch that'll have Raylene melting into pure, naughty bliss. No doubt about it—yes, she sure as hell does.