Lobby Of Lust

Abigail Mac shows up for her massage, already buzzing with anticipation, but the lobby is empty. She stretches across the desk anyway, hoping someone will notice. Nothing. So she sits, waiting, and patience runs out fast. Fingers wander, clothes shift, she's halfway to making herself comfortable when Natasha Voya steps out from behind the desk, catching her in the act. Natasha offers the tantric massage like it's on the specials board. Abigail jumps at it. Once the clothes come off and the oil's poured, Natasha gets to work—slow, deep, deliberate. Hands glide over curves, coaxing every sensitive spot until Abigail's moans echo off the tile and the wait feels like a very good idea.