Cabana Girl Exposed

Ryan slings towels for a bunch of assholes at the beach club till he’s tired of playing servant boy. After his shift he heads to the parlor next door and meets Jenaveve behind the desk—big tits barely held by that white tank, smile that doesn’t cost extra. She’s cool, remembers him from the cabana. Ten minutes later he’s on the table with her and the situation flips. His palms slide slick across her tanned skin, thumbs working the curve where her ass meets thigh, oil dripping between her cheeks. She moans low, spreads a little wider, and Ryan gets cocky, fingers slipping under the towel until it drops away. Jenaveve arches back into his grip, breasts pressed flat to the sheet, nipples pebbling. He rubs her down harder, digs into the dip of her lower back then traces oil all the way between her thighs. By the time she rolls over she’s already pushing her soaked panties aside and Ryan’s knuckles brush wet heat. She grins up at him—nothing snobby about that look—and the massage turns into one long, greedy grind.