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Natalia Starr cranks her solo play up to eleven, hitting that explosive high of pure bliss—until bam, her neck muscles scream in protest. She dials up the Fantasy Massage Spa, begging Aaliyah Love for a rush spot. Weirdly, Natalia's gut tells her she knows that voice, and even when Aaliyah brushes it off, the cat's about to claw its way out of the bag anyway. Aaliyah welcomes her with a smile, leading Natalia to the private room and pointing out the fresh towels for stripping down. But Natalia's no shy violet—she's a total show-off, proudly strutting her smooth, porcelain-perfect body before draping it bare across the table. Still, her brain won't quit buzzing. That voice, those eyes—they nag at her like an itch she can't scratch. Racing thoughts pile up until it clicks: Aaliyah's a former webcam queen. At first, Aaliyah squirms, blushing hard, denying it all while wishing the floor would swallow her whole. Natalia? She's hooked, eyes lighting up as she gushes about Aaliyah's on-screen magic—stuffing her pussy with juicy strawberries and that sleek blue dildo, then teasing her clit till she shattered in a squirting frenzy for the camera. Damn, it was hot as hell. The deeper Natalia dives into these steamy details, the more Aaliyah fidgets, her patience fraying like cheap lace. Finally, she snaps—massage over, sorry-not-sorry, your chit-chat's creeping me out. I'll hook you up with another therapist who won't mind your needs. See, Aaliyah's slammed the door on that chapter, ready to strut forward without ghosts haunting her. Natalia backs off quick, all 'my bad, lips sealed on your wild side'—but hell no, she's not dropping the chase. Time to sweet-talk her fave cam goddess into some steamy girl-on-girl action.