Van steps through the door and says he’s here for a hot-stone massage. Cheerleader Kait looks him over once, slow, and decides she wants more than a tip. She tells him the stones are out, then offers the luxury package instead: a long, wet shower and the slip of a Nuru massage. He nods. In the shower she works the soap over every inch of him, hands gliding slow, suds sliding down his cock until it stands hard between them. She presses closer, nipples brushing his chest, and strokes him until he’s breathing through his teeth. When she leads him to the table she drips warm gel over her own small tits first, then climbs on, sliding her body against his in long, oily passes. Each pass drags her nipples across his skin and presses her slick cunt over the length of him. She leans in, lips parting, takes him into her mouth, sinks until her nose meets his stomach, throat working around him. Van’s fingers knot in her blonde hair while she swallows him again and again, slow and deep, spit and gel shining on her chin. She doesn’t rush. Every glide of her body, every wet pull of her mouth, keeps him right on the edge until he’s shaking under her.
Van steps through the door and says he’s here for a hot-stone massage. Cheerleader Kait looks him over once, slow, and decides she wants more than a tip. She tells him the stones are out, then offers the luxury package instead: a long, wet shower and the slip of a Nuru massage. He nods. In the shower she works the soap over every inch of him, hands gliding slow, suds sliding down his cock until it stands hard between them. She presses closer, nipples brushing his chest, and strokes him until he’s breathing through his teeth. When she leads him to the table she drips warm gel over her own small tits first, then climbs on, sliding her body against his in long, oily passes. Each pass drags her nipples across his skin and presses her slick cunt over the length of him. She leans in, lips parting, takes him into her mouth, sinks until her nose meets his stomach, throat working around him. Van’s fingers knot in her blonde hair while she swallows him again and again, slow and deep, spit and gel shining on her chin. She doesn’t rush. Every glide of her body, every wet pull of her mouth, keeps him right on the edge until he’s shaking under her.
