Marital Problems

Britney Amber storms into the massage parlor, clearly pissed. She’d just had it out with her dumbass husband and needed a serious release. She blows out a breath, shoulders tight, anger still rolling off her in waves. Jade Nile catches the vibe immediately. "I can take you right now," she says, motioning Britney back. Britney doesn’t hesitate—she’s already peeling off her clothes before Jade even turns around, grumbling about how her husband never listens, never touches her, just leaves her hanging. Jade blinks, a little surprised by how quickly Britney strips down, but rolls with it. Britney catches her looking. "You ever fool around with a girl?" she asks, blunt as ever. Jade laughs, half-shy. "Yeah… I’ve had my fun." Britney confesses she’s always wondered. "Made out with one in college, but that’s it. Never gone further." Jade tries to keep it light, tells her to lie down. She oils up and digs into Britney’s back, firm strokes working out the knots. Britney keeps venting—how her husband leaves shit everywhere, never helps, barely notices her. Jade’s hands creep lower, gliding over the curve of her ass, and Britney practically purrs. "Lower," she breathes. Jade slides those slick hands right where Britney wants, rubbing slow circles. A low moan rolls out of her, turning Jade on despite herself. When she asks Britney to flip, she doesn’t even hesitate. Jade’s hands find her tits, thumbing the nipples until Britney’s panting. Then Britney grabs Jade’s wrist and plants it between her legs. "He doesn’t even care anymore," she says, voice husky. "Make me feel it." Jade hesitates, says she doesn’t normally do this, but damn, Britney’s soaked and wanting. She leans in, mouth hot and hungry, tongue working deep, going at it like she’s got something to prove. Britney’s hips rock, hands in Jade’s hair, everything else forgotten.