Shiva Lingam

Yogi master masseur Charles Dera has this anxious cutie Jennifer Jacobs back for her fifth session, and damn, she's still fidgeting about stripping down. She steps onto the mats, he kicks off with three deep, cleansing Oms that rumble through the room. Then it's straight to the shower—unifying, yeah, but let's call it what it is: sensual as hell. He reminds her, no need to play hide-and-seek under clothes in this no-judgment zone; they're one body, one vibe. Water cascades, bodies slick and close, washing away the day's crap. Dried off and gleaming, they hit the mat for the real deal. He pours on that NURU oil, spilling the beans on its spiritual mojo—opens those chakras wide. Starts low, kneading her feet hard, working up those shins, pounding out the knots with firm, expert hands. Slides to the back of her thighs, fingers tracing up slow and teasing until he grips those bare cheeks, spreading her open like he's claiming territory. 'Listen to your body,' he says, voice all calm authority. 'Those tight-ass muscles spasm into lumps if you don't—I'm rubbing 'em gone.' She spills it: negative thoughts owning her brain, scared her boyfriend's gonna bail on her moody ass. He nods, cocky grin. 'That tension? It's your relationship screaming. Let's dive in, process it, ditch the baggage.' To speed things up, he teaches the Shiva Lingam mudra for balance—no stones around, so he improvises with the real deal. Whips out his rock-hard cock and slides right into her slippery heat, easy as you please. 'Feel it all,' he commands. She surrenders, letting him pound her pussy like the boss he is, owning the session till she's blissed out.