Caribbean Getaway – The Spa
"Tina leaned toward Lindsay, whispering, "Oh my god, Sven's fingers were magic. Regular massages are ruined for me forever.""
When Tina woke in the morning, the air in the room still held the distinct musky odor of pussy. Sunlight slanted through the gap in the curtains, striping the bed with a bright golden line that illuminated dust motes dancing...

