MIA Masseuse, Scene #01

In the tranquil lobby of a massage parlor, Silvia Saige taps her fingers, impatience etched on her face. Suddenly, the door swings open, and in walks Ivy Lebelle, a familiar face who knows the ins and outs of this place. Silvia shares her frustration—where is the masseuse? Ivy, cool as a cucumber, suggests they move their waiting game to the garden. After all, who wouldn't want a massage amidst the blooms under the open sky? Under the sun, the masseuse is still a no-show. Ivy confesses with a shy smile that this isn't the first time the masseuse has been a bit flaky. Disappointment clouds Silvia's eyes, but Ivy has a solution—she's been learning the ropes and offers to give Silvia a massage herself. Silvia, desperate for some relaxation, agrees. Little does she know, this massage is about to become an unforgettable performance of pleasure. As Silvia undresses, revealing she's gone commando, Ivy's eyes widen with intrigue. She begins to knead Silvia's skin, the tension melting away under her skilled touch. Ivy casually mentions a new technique, one that involves straddling the client. Silvia catches on, a grin playing on her lips. Why not give it a try? Ivy's the quasi-professional here, right? The moment Silvia turns over and Ivy straddles her, the air between them crackles with desire. Their lips meet in a hungry kiss, and the garden becomes their private stage. Hidden among the trees, their hands and tongues explore each other's bodies, diving into secret, sensitive spots. The outdoor setting adds a thrilling edge to their passionate performance. Ivy's fingers trace Silvia's curves, making her arch with pleasure. Silvia, not to be outdone, mirrors Ivy's touch, drawing out moans that harmonize with the rustling leaves. They lose themselves in a dance of give and take, their bodies intertwined in a heated 69. The massage parlor's loss has become their gain—a steamy, intimate performance under the sky. Who needs a professional masseuse when you can have this?