Surrender Spa

Cindy Starfall rolled into Layla's spa today, desperate to fix her big hang-up with being touched. Every time she gets close to hooking up, the idea of someone laying hands on her sends her into a tailspin of discomfort. Word on the street is Layla's the queen of breaking through those intimacy walls, armed with all the sneaky moves to get Cindy over it. They dive right in, and as Cindy strips down bare, Layla slaps on some restraints and a blindfold, pinning her in place. Cindy's kicking up a fuss at first, all squirmy and resistant, but Layla's got that smooth talk, coaxing her to unwind inch by inch. She feels totally at Laylas mercy, helpless as hell, but those silky words from Layla drag her down into this deep, dreamy chill. The touches that started all ticklish and weird? They mellow out, turning from giggles to something way steamier. Each time Laylas soft, slick hands glide over Cindys flawless skin, she tenses like a coiled spring—bam, shoulders up, body rigid. Layla clocks it quick and thinks, time to crank it up. She dives into massaging that gorgeous ass of Cindys, kneading deep and dirty, working those curves like a pro. Before long, she flips Cindy over onto her back. And what Laylas got cooking next? Its so damn scorching, your jawll drop even if you see it coming!