Just Relax, Sir

Tyler Nixon, total newbie, paces the spa lobby, second-guessing his dumbass reasons for showing up. He's this close to bolting when in struts the smoking hot Kimmy Granger, flashing a grin as she claims her spot as his personal masseuse. 'First time with me? Trust me, stud, it'll stick in your mind forever.' Her words don't zap his jitters, but hell, he strips down anyway, letting her work her magic. Naked except for that skimpy towel, Tyler lies there as Kimmy warms up oil in her palms till they're slick and ready. She slides those hands all over him, up and down, teasing every inch. But flip him over, and her fingers hit a snag—those pesky boxers blocking her groove. Tyler hesitates, then yanks 'em off. Boom—Kimmy hops on the table and wraps her grip around his rock-hard cock, stroking slow and sure. She slicks it up good with oil, meanwhile shrugging off her red silk robe to bare a killer red lingerie set that hugs her curves like a second skin. Tyler's butterflies? Vanished. He dives in, planting hungry kisses from her neck down her taut little body. Pauses to latch onto her perky tits, sucking hard while his fingers plunge into her dripping pussy, stroking her just right. Kimmy's no slouch, but damn, she quick realizes this quiet guy's a pro. She flips around, grinding her ass back as she rides his face—him devouring her wet folds from behind—until she shudders and cums, flooding his mouth with her sweet release, moaning like it's the end of days. Proves the point: the shy ones always pack the biggest punch in the pleasure department.