My Best Friend's Girl

Alex Harper's buck naked at work, slipping into her black and red lingerie that hugs her curves like a second skin. Her milky white skin gleams under the lights—damn, she's hot as fuck and she damn well knows it. She preps the room, pouring that slick Nuru oil into the wooden bowl, all geared up for her next lucky client. Dereck Pierce strolls into the salon for his appointment, spots the empty receptionist desk, and hollers, 'Anyone around?' Alex hustles in, all apologies. Their eyes lock, and boom—Dereck realizes he's face-to-face with his best friend's girlfriend. Shocked to hell that she's slinging massages here, he balks when she says she'll be handling him today. 'Uh, maybe we reschedule?' he stammers, awkward as shit. But she waves it off—it's just a massage, dude, you're being ridiculous. They head into the massage room, and Dereck's like, 'Where's the table?' Alex barely registers it, too busy eyeing him up like a prime cut. Snapping back, she apologizes and lays it out: Nuru's all about slippery body-to-body action. 'Get undressed,' she says. Before he can overthink it, she's peeling off her own clothes. She spins around—guy's still buttoned up. 'Why the hell are you dressed?' she teases, shimmying out of her panties. 'This is pro-level stuff, nothing to sweat.' They step into the shower together; she soaps him up real good, hands roaming everywhere. Next thing he knows, she's got her fingers wrapped around his dick, stroking away. 'What the—?' he blurts. She grins. 'Full body massage, remember? Just chill and relax.' She works him till he's rock hard, throbbing in her grip, then tugs him to the bath. He sinks into the tub, and she drops down, taking his cock in her mouth—sucking like she's starving for it. By now, he's too fired up to protest; hell, he wants it bad. She eases him onto the mat, all oiled up and slippery. It's only seconds before she climbs on, guiding that big dick deep inside her, riding her boyfriend's best friend like it's the naughtiest secret ever.