Breaking In The New Girl

Karlie Montana booked a couple’s massage and showed up solo. Her date bailed, so she’s not in the mood for excuses. She checks in at eight and gets Megan Rain—the new girl. Megan sounds chipper over the phone. Karlie plans to ruin that sparkle. In the back room she strips, drops onto the table face-down, and starts barking. Megan fusses over pressure, lotion, temperature—everything. Karlie cuts the chatter short: ass first, then the boots that are still on the floor, then bare feet. After that Megan has to finger her pussy lips and clit, no skipping, until Karlie comes on her tongue. Megan hesitates; Karlie reminds her the door’s right there if she’d rather clock out for good. So Megan kneels, parts Karlie’s cheeks, works her soles, then slides two fingers along slick folds while her mouth stays busy until Karlie’s hips jerk and she moans loud enough for the hallway to hear.