Scissor Massage

Aaliyah Love isn't messing around—she's got zero time to waste. She's itching for masseuse Alison Tyler to fix her sore-as-hell body. In a flash, Aaliyah yanks off her dress and shimmies out of her panties, letting them hit the floor before parking her juicy ass right on the massage table. Alison's eyes bug out; she's never seen a client this bold, stripping down without a second thought. Alison's busting her ass trying to loosen up Aaliyah's tight hamstrings, but it's not cutting it for this firecracker. Aaliyah ain't shy about her gripes—she lays it out straight: she's here for the works, a full-body blowout, and that means hands on her tits and diving deep into her pussy too. Alison freezes, not keen on fingering her client that far, but she's sharp—doesn't want to piss off the boss lady. So she pitches a slick workaround: yoga massage, thigh grinding thigh. It flops hard, leaves 'em both with rug burn from the friction fail. Alison gets it now—the only real fix, the therapeutic jackpot, is straight-up skin-slapping tribbing to grind out that satisfaction.