We Just Met

Natasha Voya and Remi LaCroix are tearing up the countryside for an epic weekend, soaking in every damn thrill. But bam—Natasha's neck starts screaming with this sharp, shooting pain that won't quit. She spots Remi lounging outside and mumbles shyly, 'Hey, think you could help me kill this ache?' Remi? She's all in, eyes lighting up like she hit the jackpot. Screw the boring massages. Remi dives in with her whole damn body—curves grinding, hands roaming everywhere—and her 'clients' always strut out grinning like fools. Natasha? She's hooked quick. Remi twists her neck this way and that, easing the hurt while stoking the heat. Grateful as hell, Natasha flips the script. She pins Remi down and unleashes her own tricks—fingers teasing, lips claiming, bodies slamming together till they're both wrecked and wild. The countryside's magic, alright. These two? They're proof.