Princess Massage

Saya Song's deadbeat dad screwed up big time, leaving the spoiled little princess high and dry. No more daddy's credit card—now she's gotta hustle. Staying home? Smart move. She sets up shop offering massages right from her pad. Door opens, and bam—first client is Matt Sloan, her old high school tormentor. He spots her instantly, eyes narrowing. 'You? The queen bee who made my life hell?' She flashes a sly grin. 'I've changed, promise.' He hesitates, muscles tensing, ready to bolt. But Saya's desperate for the cash—this gig's her lifeline. 'Don't go,' she purrs, voice dripping honey. 'I'll make it worth your while. A massage you'll brag about for years.' To seal the deal, she shrugs off her lacy gown, unveiling skimpy white lingerie that hugs every curve like a second skin. Damn, she's playing dirty. She steps close, fingers tugging at his shirt, peeling it off slow. Pants next—hook by hook, until he's stripped bare. He's fighting it, but her touch wins. He stretches out on the table, face down, tension easing just a bit. She drizzles warm oil across his broad back, palms gliding firm and teasing. 'See? You won't regret sticking around.' Her hands work magic, kneading knots loose. 'Flip over,' she commands, holding the towel like a tease—giving herself an eyeful of that massive bulge. A wicked smile creeps across her lips. Can't blame her; it's a sight. She trails oil down his thighs, massaging deep, then bold as brass, wraps her hand around his cock. Up and down, stroking steady until it's rock-hard, throbbing in her grip. Leaning in, she takes him into her mouth—sucking hungry, tongue swirling every inch. She spits on the tip, savoring the salty taste, licking like it's her favorite treat. Pants hit the floor. She climbs on, guiding that stiff rod right where she wants it—sliding down slow, gasping as he fills her up. She rides him wild, bouncing up and down, hips grinding with cocky rhythm. He grabs her waist, flips her onto her back, pounding deep. No holding back. He explodes inside her, hot and raw. Promised a special massage? Hell yeah, she delivered the full naughty package—leaving them both spent and smirking.