My Crush

Kurt Lockwood's slouched on the couch, thumbing his phone, bored out of his skull. He dials up his porn buddies for some action—anyone down for a scene or a beer? Crickets. Nobody's free. Fuck it, he thinks, time to handle business himself. Fires up his laptop, hunts for some hot inspo to stroke the ego—and the goods. Boom, there's an ad: massage with Riley Reid, that pint-sized firecracker he's crushed on forever. Hell yeah, he books it on impulse, heart racing like a rookie on set. He rolls up to the spa, buzzing with that mix of nerves and horniness. Riley greets him, all smiles and chill vibes—she's even cooler off-camera, this girl. She's stoked for some fan love, turns out. Kurt spills it: 'I've been dying to co-star with you.' Her eyes light up. 'Same, dude. Let's make it happen.' They hit the showers first. She lathers him up, hands gliding over every inch, and drops the bomb: she's fantasized about working with him too. Sparks fly—mutual crush turning the air thick with that raw, gotta-fuck-now chemistry. Into the bath they go, splashing and bantering like they've been prank-pulling since porn school. Laughter echoes off the tiles, easy rapport making it feel like home. Then Riley dives in, wrapping her lips around his throbbing cock. She sucks him deep, hard, tongue working magic that has him groaning. No half-assing it—she owns that blowjob. Bent forward, ass up, she invites him in. He slides into her tight pussy, pounding away in the warm water, lost in the thrill of finally banging his dream girl up close and personal. Ecstatic doesn't cover it; he's in heaven, getting intimate with his crush before the real fun kicks off. They shift to the air mattress, and she unleashes the NURU gel—slick, shiny magic. She coats his whole body, then hers, turning them into slippery gods. Straddling him like a boss, she glides her perfect, naked form up and down his back while he's face-down, totally blissed out. Feels like paradise, her curves molding to him. But he craves more—that lubed-up pussy pressing right against him. Flips over, and she's on it, sliding seamless. The gel sucks his dick straight into her wetness, no effort, all heat. Kurt's a pro; he knows how to work a girl right, thrusting with that cocky precision to blow her mind. Riley loses it, screaming as she cums hard, waves crashing through her. He keeps jabbing, chasing that pent-up bliss from her clenching pussy until he can't hold back—bursts like a damn volcano, flooding her with everything he's got.