Have You Seen My Clothes?!

Liv Wild lay still as Jenna Foxx’s hands finished their work. The room went quiet. Jenna left. Liv reached for her clothes and touched only air. Cold panic hit her chest. She stepped into the hallway naked, clutching nothing, skin prickling under every light. The receptionist turned. Liv froze, nipples tight, caught between one step and the next. Then Jenna appeared. One look, one nod, and they slipped back behind the door. Liv asked where her things had gone. Jenna gave a half-smile and no answer. Instead she laid fresh oil across Liv’s breasts, fingers circling each nipple until they stood stiff. Lower, her palm slid between Liv’s thighs, parting slick lips, pressing heat against her clit. "Let me make this up to you," Jenna murmured, voice low. She circled, stroked, pushed two fingers inside until Liv arched, breath short. Each thrust landed deeper. Liv spread wider, hips lifting, chasing every movement. The stress burned away under slick skin and steady pressure until Liv shook and came hard, thighs trembling around Jenna’s wrist.