Ryan McLane, the pro masseur, folds those towels neat and tidy while he waits for his next lucky client. In walks Violet Rain, this hot young thing clutching a crumpled coupon like it's her ticket to fun. She flashes a shy smile, introduces herself, and mentions it's for her 18th birthday treat. Ryan grabs the coupon with a grin, but Violet's cheeks flush as she confesses it's her first massage—she's nervous as hell. 'No sweat, babe,' he says, all smooth, and guides her to a cozy private room. He tells her to strip down, then turns away like a gentleman. But damn, he sneaks a peek—those perky tits bouncing just right, and that killer ass? Chef's kiss. She settles in, so he snaps back to pro mode and gets her face-down on the table. Violet gets comfy, and Ryan slicks up his hands with oil, starting slow to melt away her jitters. He works her shoulders, back, legs—easing her in like a boss. Then his palms hit that juicy butt, and shit turns steamy fast. He kneads those full, meaty cheeks like they're his new religion, worshipping every curve. Violet's breathing heavy now, totally hooked on his firm, naughty strokes. She blurts out she's single, never even let a guy cop a feel—yeah, she's a virgin! Ryan's jaw drops; no way this stunner's untouched. But when she musters the guts to beg for a happy ending, he's all in, cocky smirk and all. He dives in, fingers teasing her tight pussy till she's dripping and moaning. She flips the script, dropping to her knees for a sloppy, eager blowjob that has him throbbing hard. Ready to rock, he slides his cock deep inside her, popping that cherry with slow, powerful thrusts—a massage that seals the deal, leaving her breathless and begging for more.
Ryan McLane, the pro masseur, folds those towels neat and tidy while he waits for his next lucky client. In walks Violet Rain, this hot young thing clutching a crumpled coupon like it's her ticket to fun. She flashes a shy smile, introduces herself, and mentions it's for her 18th birthday treat. Ryan grabs the coupon with a grin, but Violet's cheeks flush as she confesses it's her first massage—she's nervous as hell. 'No sweat, babe,' he says, all smooth, and guides her to a cozy private room. He tells her to strip down, then turns away like a gentleman. But damn, he sneaks a peek—those perky tits bouncing just right, and that killer ass? Chef's kiss. She settles in, so he snaps back to pro mode and gets her face-down on the table. Violet gets comfy, and Ryan slicks up his hands with oil, starting slow to melt away her jitters. He works her shoulders, back, legs—easing her in like a boss. Then his palms hit that juicy butt, and shit turns steamy fast. He kneads those full, meaty cheeks like they're his new religion, worshipping every curve. Violet's breathing heavy now, totally hooked on his firm, naughty strokes. She blurts out she's single, never even let a guy cop a feel—yeah, she's a virgin! Ryan's jaw drops; no way this stunner's untouched. But when she musters the guts to beg for a happy ending, he's all in, cocky smirk and all. He dives in, fingers teasing her tight pussy till she's dripping and moaning. She flips the script, dropping to her knees for a sloppy, eager blowjob that has him throbbing hard. Ready to rock, he slides his cock deep inside her, popping that cherry with slow, powerful thrusts—a massage that seals the deal, leaving her breathless and begging for more.