Remember, Nothing Sexual

Picture this: Chanel Preston, slick advertiser babe, struts into Seth Gamble's NURU massage spa pitching ads. She plays it cool but fibs about knowing jack about NURU massage. When she fesses up, Seth smirks—says her cluelessness means she can't hype a biz she doesn't get. Only fix? Dive in for a session herself. She's squirming, not thrilled about a rubdown, but damn, she craves that account. Offers to book later, but Seth's all, nah, let's do it now. Desperate for the deal, she bites the bullet, nerves jangling as he peels off his clothes, then strips her bare-ass naked. He soothes her, swears it's all chill, zero sex vibes. But then he leads her to the shower, and his hands soap up her curves—bam, she feels that heat from his thickening cock pressing close. Seth keeps it pro, nailing the bath ritual of NURU. She settles between his thighs in the tub while he kneads her tits, his hard-on jabbing her back like a sneaky poker. She thinks it's just his thumb, the goof. He shifts her to the mattress, slathers her skin with that slick NURU gel. Hiding his raging boner? Tough gig for Seth here. She calls him on his obvious thrill, and boom—he cuts the massage short. Chanel's fire now, lays it out: he's gonna pound her holes, and that account's hers. Seth? No fight left. She drops to her knees, sucks him like she swore, slurping every inch. Then she mounts up, slams his dick balls-deep into her pussy, riding like a NURU pro born for it. He flips sideways, slides into her tight ass, pounding away while fingering her hairy, soaked slit till she shatters, cumming with happy tears. She rims his cock clean from her ass, then hops back on, fucking the load right out of him with her greedy pussy.