Sex Therapy

Alix Lynx can't snag a boyfriend who sticks around for shit. She's blind to how her own fear of fumbling it all turns her into a walking disaster. The second nerves hit, she trips over her own feet, and guys bolt like huskies spotting an open gate. But Tasha's got her back. Alix is hot as hell—works out, keeps herself tight and tempting. What guy wouldn't bite? Tasha hangs back, smirking, as Alix peels off her clothes down to her undies. Damn, the girl's all awkward elbows and zero trust in her moves. Tasha barks, 'Lose the rest, babe.' Alix does, standing there bare and blushing. Tasha grins wide. 'By the time I'm done massaging you, no more man troubles—guys'll beg to stay.' And hell yeah, Tasha's pro hands work magic. She flips clumsy Alix into a sultry vixen who dives right in, licking pussy like it's her new favorite game.