All Girl Massage Update - MIA Masseuse

Silvia Saige sits in the lobby tapping her foot, waiting on a masseuse who never shows. Ivy Lebelle strolls in, all curves and calm, and hears the same story. Ivy knows the place, suggests they wait outside—maybe the garden today if the weather’s good. Out there, the table’s empty, the masseuse still missing. Ivy shrugs and admits the girl flakes sometimes. Silvia’s ready to leave until Ivy offers her own hands, says she’s been trained. That’s enough for Silvia; she strips. No panties underneath. Ivy notices and likes it. Hands start working oil into skin, sliding slow, then Ivy swings a leg over, straddling Silvia’s back, all “new technique.” Silvia grins into the table—she knows exactly where this is going. She rolls onto her back and Ivy comes down for a kiss, full and greedy. Garden walls and trees keep them hidden while tongues and fingers go deep. Two clients, no masseuse, and they’re not complaining.