What About My Panties?

Dillon isn’t sold on the whole massage thing. The thought of stripping down makes her nervous. Aaliyah stays cool, insisting it’s all professional. Yet every time the towel slips a little, her eyes linger too long. She knows exactly which points make the body give in. Fingers trace muscle, press deep. The towel loosens. Breathing shifts. Skin warms under the slick glide of oil, and Aaliyah keeps working—slow, steady, relentless—until hesitation melts and the first real moan breaks free.