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Renowned massage critic Serene Siren is famous for her scathing reviews, and she's sure Cassie Del Isla's patented yoni massage is a bunch of malarkey. She books a session undercover, planning to call Cassie out online.
When Serene confronts her, Cassie tells her she can't give it one star without trying it. Serene agrees, and Cassie's skilled hands go to work. The uptight critic crumbles as the massage turns into seduction, and Serene wants more and more. The two finger, lick and scissor each other to orgasm. Five stars.
Will Serene ever write a harsh review again after five stars like these?
Natasha Nice has been sneaking around behind her husband's back, and on the drive home from her lover's place she snaps a steamy topless selfie and fires it off with a filthy message. Only it doesn't go to her lover. It lands on the phone of her stepdaughter, Eliza Eves.
Eliza is waiting on the couch when Natasha walks in, phone in hand and eyebrow raised. Natasha tries every excuse in the book before admitting the affair, but Eliza isn't really angry. She has been staring at that photo all afternoon, and she wants to see the real thing. "Stepmom," Natasha purrs, "hardly counts." Moments later her red dress is on the floor and Eliza is burying her face in those famous curves.
The stepmom and stepdaughter trade places again and again on the couch: Eliza licking her stepmom until she moans, Natasha settling her full hips onto Eliza's face, the two of them grinding together in a tangle of lingerie and sheer stockings. Some family traditions are worth starting.
Isn't it wonderful when a text sent by mistake lands exactly right?
The wedding is only days away, and bride-to-be Whitney OC's bridesmaids have given her a very special gift: a session with the renowned body artist Darcie Dolce. Whitney is expecting a routine massage to ease her pre-wedding jitters. She is not expecting Darcie.
By firelight, Darcie explains that her process relaxes every part of the body so a bride is ready for her big day. Whitney is curious and asks her to show her. Each skilled stroke drifts a little further, and Darcie checks in each time; each time, Whitney tells her not to stop. Soon the tension melts into desire. Whitney pulls Darcie down to kiss her, and the session becomes a full lesbian seduction of licking, sixty-nining, face-sitting and scissoring. She leaves the table breathless and questioning everything she thought she knew about what she wants.
Will Whitney walk down the aisle still thinking about Darcie's touch?
Redhead Kenna James has been trying to seduce her roommate Kay Lovely for ages, and Kay always shuts her down: they are roommates, it would be awkward, and she has a boyfriend. Kay is a tall blonde stunner with a round ass and big natural breasts, and Kenna simply cannot stop thinking about her.
One afternoon Kay is on the phone to her boyfriend, complaining about how creepy and pushy Kenna has been, when Kenna walks over, takes the phone out of her hand and hangs up. Kay protests, then Kenna asks for just one kiss, and Kay says yes. That kiss breaks something open. The kisses turn hungry, clothes come off and Kenna lays Kay down to lick her pussy with slow, teasing strokes. Kay is soon riding Kenna's face, then they slide into a deep sixty-nine and finish scissoring on the couch.
Chiara Chianti, a wealthy and rather spoiled adult college student, spots an online ad for in-home massage and nearly drops her phone: the masseuse is Serena Hill, the gorgeous classmate from her economics course she has been crushing on all semester. She books a session on the spot. Serena arrives as a consummate professional, table and oils in hand, and Chiara greets her with a smile and absolutely nothing on. As the massage moves lower and lower, Chiara makes her intentions clear. Serena pauses over her boyfriend for one breathless moment, then decides she wants this every bit as much.
The massage table is forgotten as Serena climbs onto the bed, the two classmates kissing hungrily before Serena spreads Chiara's thighs and licks her until her toes curl. Chiara returns the favor with equal devotion, and the two women trade places again and again, sixty-nine, face riding and deep, grinding scissoring, oiled skin sliding against skin, until both collapse with the kind of happy ending no spa menu would ever list.
Has Serena just found the most rewarding client of her new business?
