Not My Type

Kurt Lockwood struts into the spa for a NURU massage, eyeing masseuse Karter Foxx with zero spark. Sure, the brunette bombshell's a stunner, but she's not his vibe. Tough luck—no one else around. Karter flashes a sly grin, promises to work overtime making him bliss out, and leads him to the shower. She's betting her slick moves will flip his script. Dropping her tiny white robe, she parades that killer curves, owning every inch. She squats low, teasing him with a blowjob that pumps his cock straight to rock-hard glory. 'Hop in,' she purrs, drawing him under the steaming spray. She soaps up his shaft, stroking firm and steady—judging by that throbbing beast, the choosy dude's warming up fast. But when she checks in, he still gripes for a swap. Ha, Karter's got the ace. She parks him on the Sukebe stool, that sneaky chair with a glory hole cutout for tantric fun. Sneaking her hand through from behind, she kneads his balls while yanking his sudsy dick like a pro. Kurt nearly blows his wad, then blurts, 'Damn, that handjob's got me sold.' Onto the mat she drags him, belly down. She slathers warm, slippery NURU gel over his back. Rubbing it across her perky tits and glowing tan skin, she mounts him, sliding her nude body's slick heat all over. Flipping him face-up, she grinds along his front, her soaked pussy grinding in, hinting at the pounding ahead. Dropping low, she engulfs his swollen cock with slow, powerful sucks that make him groan. He begs for her pussy—she's all yes. Straddling quick, she sinks onto his tip, then bounces that fiery Latina ass, hips slamming wild. Kurt's hooked, declares her his go-to girl, loving how her tight snatch grips. Edging his limit, he rolls her sideways, hoists her leg high. He pounds deep and relentless till she shudders through her climax. Then he pulls out, blasting ropes of cum across her smooth-shaven pussy.