Braless Is Better

Dillion Harper's pounding the pavement, sculpting that killer body of hers—toned legs, perky tits, the whole package. But damn, she hits a snag and freezes mid-stride. That bra? Way too damn tight, squeezing her chest like a vice, cutting off circulation and stabbing her with sharp pain. Worried as hell, she dials up her buddy Samantha Rone for some backup. Samantha swings the door open, eyes lighting up at Dillion's sweat-glistened curves. 'Girl, you look incredible,' she purrs, grinning like she just won the lottery. 'I'm thrilled you came to me—drop by anytime for a proper rubdown.' Samantha's hands are already itching to roam. What's next on the menu? Those firm abs? That juicy ass? Hit play and see her fingers work their magic.