Sneaky Salon Sex

Whitney Wright steps into the salon. Jenna Foxx follows close behind. Casey Calvert steps forward, greets them with a warm smile, and guides Whitney to the chair. She drapes the cape around her shoulders while Jenna settles on the waiting bench with a magazine. Jenna crosses her legs, flips a page, and steals quick looks over the top. She catches Whitney’s eye and winks. Whitney answers with a blank stare, though the corner of her mouth twitches. Casey and Whitney speak quietly about the cut. Whitney isn’t sure, so Casey says she’ll wash her hands and let her decide. The stylist disappears toward the back. Jenna’s grin turns sharp. She sets the magazine aside, crosses the room in two strides, and drops to her knees. The cape rustles as she lifts it, spreads Whitney’s thighs, and tugs her pants low. Whitney exhales a quiet laugh, half protest, half surrender. Her eyes flick to the empty hallway. Jenna leans in. Her tongue slides warm and deliberate, and Whitney’s breath catches. Just then the sound of returning footsteps echoes off the tile. Whitney grabs the cape and yanks it down, hiding Jenna beneath it as Casey reappears, still drying her hands.