Masseuse Muff Munchers
London guides Jessica into the massage room, her grip possessive and sure, while Jessica's pulse hammers with nervous tension, her body already betraying flickers of unwanted heat. London's cool confidence fills the space like a promise of sin. She slips out, leaving Jessica alone, but lingers just beyond the door, eyes locked on the slow, teasing strip as Jessica peels away every layer, exposing soft curves and flushed skin that makes London's mouth water and her thighs clench. Hidden and hungry, she drinks in every inch, arousal spiking hot and wet. When Jessica finally lies naked and exposed on the table, London returns, hands slick and deliberate, starting a massage that promises to ruin her with filthy, relentless pleasure.