My Husband's Masseuse

Kenzie's wiping down her table when Charlie Forde storms in like she's got a score to settle. Charlie claims she's booked the slot, but Kenzie knows her regular dick client booked it. Turns out Charlie's that guy's wife and she's here to sniff out what the hell keeps her man coming back. Kenzie swears nothing's gone down, but Charlie's not buying it and demands the full treatment anyway. She strips and climbs up. Kenzie's hands sink in, strong and sure, working every knot loose. Charlie's shoulders drop, her guard cracks, and soon she's biting back little moans. By the time Kenzie reaches the inner thighs, Charlie's wet and breathing hard. She leans up on her elbows, eyes dark. "Don't you dare tell my husband," she whispers. Then she grabs Kenzie's wrist and guides that hand between her legs.