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Tony walks into his office and stops cold. Millie Morgan is standing there like she owns the place, a full massage mattress already laid out on his floor. He runs a chain of parlors. She sells Nuru gel. She wants his shops to start offering her slippery, skin-to-skin sessions. He has told her no three times already. Today she tries a new angle: one massage, no strings. If he hates it, she vanishes. If he likes it, they talk business. Tony shrugs, figures it is the fastest way to be done with her. She strips down first, blonde hair loose over her shoulders, full natural breasts free. He follows, lying face-down on the sheet. Millie pours the thick, clear gel across his back and starts to slide. Her whole body glides over him, breasts pressing and dragging, nipples tracing warm lines. The gel warms under her weight. Every pass of her skin against his feels too much and not enough at once. She turns him over. Oil-slick hands move lower, then her fingers wrap around his cock, stroking slow and steady until he is hard and breathing through his teeth. Millie swings a leg over his head and lowers herself, mouth meeting him at the same moment his tongue finds her. They move together, mouths busy, hips rocking, the gel making everything slick and loud. She comes first, thighs shaking against his cheeks. He follows right after, pulsing hot across her tongue while she keeps sucking him through it. When they finally catch their breath, Tony is still on his back, staring at the ceiling. Millie wipes her mouth, smiles, and asks if they have a deal.
Tony walks into his office and stops cold. Millie Morgan is standing there like she owns the place, a full massage mattress already laid out on his floor. He runs a chain of parlors. She sells Nuru gel. She wants his shops to start offering her slippery, skin-to-skin sessions. He has told her no three times already. Today she tries a new angle: one massage, no strings. If he hates it, she vanishes. If he likes it, they talk business. Tony shrugs, figures it is the fastest way to be done with her. She strips down first, blonde hair loose over her shoulders, full natural breasts free. He follows, lying face-down on the sheet. Millie pours the thick, clear gel across his back and starts to slide. Her whole body glides over him, breasts pressing and dragging, nipples tracing warm lines. The gel warms under her weight. Every pass of her skin against his feels too much and not enough at once. She turns him over. Oil-slick hands move lower, then her fingers wrap around his cock, stroking slow and steady until he is hard and breathing through his teeth. Millie swings a leg over his head and lowers herself, mouth meeting him at the same moment his tongue finds her. They move together, mouths busy, hips rocking, the gel making everything slick and loud. She comes first, thighs shaking against his cheeks. He follows right after, pulsing hot across her tongue while she keeps sucking him through it. When they finally catch their breath, Tony is still on his back, staring at the ceiling. Millie wipes her mouth, smiles, and asks if they have a deal.
