Two babes, one boyishly short cut, the other with long, wavy locks, tease each other with playful banter. They lock eyes, the air thick with tension. The younger one, her voice barely a whisper, asks, "What if I want more than a massage?" The other grins, her eyes never leaving the younger's lips. "Then you'll have to beg for it," she purrs. The game begins, a dance of words and touches, until the younger can't take it anymore. She lunges, her mouth claiming the other's in a fiery kiss, teeth nipping at lips, tongues dueling. They stumble, entwined, towards the bed, their bodies aching for more.