The Ultimate Package

Quinn Wilde logs on looking for a massage. She finds one, calls the spot, books it. When she shows up, Rina Ellis starts with a scalp rub. Then Rina tells her to get naked for the oil. Quinn isn’t into stripping for a stranger, but Rina grins and promises the clothes just need to stay dry. Quinn shucks everything except her panties and stretches out. Rina works her shoulders, asks where it hurts. Quinn points to her lower back. Rina oils up, rubs deep, and “accidentally” splashes some on those expensive panties. “Better lose them,” she says. “Just us girls.” Quinn hesitates, then peels them off. Rina moves down to her legs, slides higher, brushes Quinn’s pussy. Quinn jerks and stops her. Rina plays innocent—says it’s part of the package. Quinn starts to melt, legs spreading wider every time Rina’s fingers slip in. Soon Quinn has Rina on her back, tongue buried deep between those slick folds, big tits swinging, fingers busy on her own clit, getting louder with every stroke.