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Eric strolls into the Soapy Massage Parlor for his appointment, grinning like he owns the place. He spots his masseuse Callie and dives right in, spilling about his last visit. 'Got the VIP treatment for free,' he brags. 'That girl didn't want a night in the slammer.' Then he whips out his badge, flashing it with a cocky wink. Callie's eyes widen, but she nods quick—yeah, she'll hook him up with another freebie. They duck into the private room, and she strips down fast, all smooth skin and curves begging for attention. She grabs his hand, leading him to the steamy shower, water cascading like a naughty invitation. Callie ain't risking a bust, so she drops to her knees the second he's seated, relaxing under the spray. Her lips wrap around his hardening cock, sucking with eager rhythm, tongue swirling like she's starving for it. He leans back, loving every sloppy second. She pulls him out to the slick mattress next, slathering them both in thick, bubbly soap—foamy fun that turns their bodies into a slippery playground. She mounts up, sliding her wet curves up and down his chest, grinding slow and teasing, her hands stroking his throbbing dick with just the right twist to make him groan. She keeps at it, building the heat, then snags a bottle of water to rinse his cock clean—gotta taste the real deal now. Her mouth dives back in, bobbing deep and hungry. But Eric shoots her a stern glare, voice low and firm: 'You wanna end up in jail, sweetheart?' Hell no, she doesn't. That fires her up; she ramps it to eleven, stroking and sucking his cock fast and hard, her fist pumping while her lips seal tight. He can't hold back—erupts with a growl, shooting ropes of hot cum all over her face and tits, marking her like a champ's prize. Now, is Eric the real deal cop, or just some slick bastard who hacked the ultimate free-ride scam? Who knows—either way, he's winning big.
Eric strolls into the Soapy Massage Parlor for his appointment, grinning like he owns the place. He spots his masseuse Callie and dives right in, spilling about his last visit. 'Got the VIP treatment for free,' he brags. 'That girl didn't want a night in the slammer.' Then he whips out his badge, flashing it with a cocky wink. Callie's eyes widen, but she nods quick—yeah, she'll hook him up with another freebie. They duck into the private room, and she strips down fast, all smooth skin and curves begging for attention. She grabs his hand, leading him to the steamy shower, water cascading like a naughty invitation. Callie ain't risking a bust, so she drops to her knees the second he's seated, relaxing under the spray. Her lips wrap around his hardening cock, sucking with eager rhythm, tongue swirling like she's starving for it. He leans back, loving every sloppy second. She pulls him out to the slick mattress next, slathering them both in thick, bubbly soap—foamy fun that turns their bodies into a slippery playground. She mounts up, sliding her wet curves up and down his chest, grinding slow and teasing, her hands stroking his throbbing dick with just the right twist to make him groan. She keeps at it, building the heat, then snags a bottle of water to rinse his cock clean—gotta taste the real deal now. Her mouth dives back in, bobbing deep and hungry. But Eric shoots her a stern glare, voice low and firm: 'You wanna end up in jail, sweetheart?' Hell no, she doesn't. That fires her up; she ramps it to eleven, stroking and sucking his cock fast and hard, her fist pumping while her lips seal tight. He can't hold back—erupts with a growl, shooting ropes of hot cum all over her face and tits, marking her like a champ's prize. Now, is Eric the real deal cop, or just some slick bastard who hacked the ultimate free-ride scam? Who knows—either way, he's winning big.