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Elsa Jean walks into the spa uncertain, sure her thighs look wrong, desperate to fix nothing that's actually there. Chloe Cherry watches this perfect little blonde and wonders why she bothers covering skin that deserves display. She starts with photos, before and after shots she won't need. Elsa peels off black lace with hands that tremble, then stretches out on her stomach. Chloe spreads lotion that smells expensive across warm skin, then runs the vibrating plate in long strokes. Elsa shakes harder than the machine. Chloe moves the wand between her legs instead, lets it press against thin fabric. Elsa jerks, bites her lip, then whispers that her pussy doesn't have cellulite anyway. Her voice cracks. The masseuse pours oil next, works it deep into the firm swell of Elsa's ass, praises every curve without exaggeration. She asks Elsa to flip. Oil shines across small breasts, then the flat stretch of stomach. Chloe says open your legs like it's routine. She studies the bare pink slit up close, traces it with two fingers, tells her the treatment includes everything. Elsa stays quiet until the slow circles turn insistent. Her breath catches. Chloe keeps telling her she's beautiful while two fingers work faster, until Elsa arches and comes in a short, stunned cry. Chloe strips, kneels between pale thighs, and seals her mouth over the swollen clit. Elsa grabs fistfuls of sheet and breaks again. When Chloe lowers herself onto Elsa's slick cunt, the contact drags a raw sound from the blonde. They grind until both shake through matching orgasms. Last, Chloe swings a knee over Elsa's face, rides her tongue, and comes with her fingers tangled in Elsa's hair, proving to her, wordlessly, that this body is already enough.