Phil's shooting pics of this massage joint for their new site. He's snapping away when Octavia walks him into the final room and his shutter finger stops cold. There's a fucking air mattress on the floor, all glossy and ready. Never saw anything like that in a place like this.
Octavia grins, tells him it's for Nuru—body-sliding, skin-on-skin, with all that thick, slippery gel. His head tilts. Game on.
He finishes shooting, she offers to give him the real deal, on the house. Twenty minutes later they're standing under the hot spray in the big shower stall, her slippery tits pressed against his back while her hands soap every inch of his cock like she's prepping her next customer.
Then it’s down to business. Octavia slicks him head to toe in nuru gel, drops onto his chest and starts gliding. Every smooth slide drags her nipples across him, her shaved pussy leaving streaks of warmth. She swivels her hips, flattens her body so her slippery pussy lips graze the length of his cock, teasing, sliding, never letting it slip inside—just endless friction and heat.
He’s breathing hard, reaching for her ass, spreading her wider, wanting more friction. She grins, sits up, rocks faster, lets the swollen head of his dick nudge between her lips before pulling away again. The tension snaps when she finally wraps her slick hand around him, jerks him steady until his load shoots across his own stomach and she keeps stroking through every spurt, milking it slow till he’s shaking underneath her.
Phil's shooting pics of this massage joint for their new site. He's snapping away when Octavia walks him into the final room and his shutter finger stops cold. There's a fucking air mattress on the floor, all glossy and ready. Never saw anything like that in a place like this.
Octavia grins, tells him it's for Nuru—body-sliding, skin-on-skin, with all that thick, slippery gel. His head tilts. Game on.
He finishes shooting, she offers to give him the real deal, on the house. Twenty minutes later they're standing under the hot spray in the big shower stall, her slippery tits pressed against his back while her hands soap every inch of his cock like she's prepping her next customer.
Then it’s down to business. Octavia slicks him head to toe in nuru gel, drops onto his chest and starts gliding. Every smooth slide drags her nipples across him, her shaved pussy leaving streaks of warmth. She swivels her hips, flattens her body so her slippery pussy lips graze the length of his cock, teasing, sliding, never letting it slip inside—just endless friction and heat.
He’s breathing hard, reaching for her ass, spreading her wider, wanting more friction. She grins, sits up, rocks faster, lets the swollen head of his dick nudge between her lips before pulling away again. The tension snaps when she finally wraps her slick hand around him, jerks him steady until his load shoots across his own stomach and she keeps stroking through every spurt, milking it slow till he’s shaking underneath her.
