Rub My Tennis Jock

Ryan McLane's been tanking tennis matches left and right, thanks to his coach's tough love. So he books a session with ebony bombshell masseuse Anya Ivy to shake off the jitters. She's got that knowing smile as she runs down the menu—Swedish, deep tissue, the works—but she zeros in on NURU for him. 'Perfect for melting away that championship choke,' she says with a wink. He trails her to the showers, heart pounding. Surprise? She peels off her turquoise lingerie like it's no big deal, revealing every curve. In the tub, she locks eyes and asks, 'Mind if I stroke that cock of yours?' Hell no, he doesn't mind. Her hands work magic, pumping him slow then fast until he's groaning. Rinsed off, he flops face-down on the air mattress. She slathers them both in that slick NURU gel—sticky as sin, warming up quick. Anya slides her chocolate skin over his back, gliding like a naughty siren, hips grinding, tits teasing. He flips over, dick standing at full salute, throbbing for more. She drags her gel-soaked pussy along his chest, his abs, right down to the base—teasing, owning the moment. Then she dives in, sucking him deep, tongue swirling that gel right off. Ryan's losing it, begging to bury himself inside. She obliges, dropping onto his cock with a slick pop. He pounds her sideways, legs tangled, building that release until he explodes all over her curves—tension gone, score settled.