Scene Description:
Chanel summoned a rugged masseur to her place, aching for his strong hands to knead the tension from her throbbing feet and pent-up body. She barked orders to keep every stitch of clothing on, slapping his wrists whenever Bill's fingers crept too boldly toward her heat. But his slow, filthy magic unraveled her—each deep stroke and teasing graze setting her nerves on fire until the uptight prude was a dripping, writhing slut, moaning like a whore and grinding against his touch for more.
