Who On Earth HATES Massages!

Lacy’s running the front desk when Kristen shows up looking unsure. Kristen says she’s got a gift card for a rubdown but wants cash back instead—she’s had massages before and always ends up sorer than when she started. Lacy pushes back, insisting no refunds, then bets Kristen’s never been touched by a woman. If Kristen lies down and still hates it, Lacy refunds the card; if she likes it, she gets a discount next time. Kristen caves. Stripped and on the table, Kristen starts melting the second Lacy’s hands move over her. She tries to play it cool, but the redhead can tell. Lacy ups the ante, sliding lower, parting those natural tits with greedy kisses until Kristen’s hips twitch. Fingers slip inside, working her slick pussy in quick, deep strokes. Kristen gasps, arches, then flips the script, pulling Lacy up so they can lock into a hungry 69. Tongues lap and fingers pump in rhythm, their moans echoing off the walls. By the end, Kristen’s grinning and drenched, finally admitting a woman’s touch is the only kind she needs.