Extra Slippery

Cody Steele's been busting his ass day and night for six straight months, grinding out those long hours to whip up the slickest damn massage gel out there. Boom—sudden lightbulb moment: he's nailed it. Pumped as hell, he hollers for his wife, Zoey Monroe, to hustle into the room and check this out. He squirts some on her palms, and her face lights up like a kid in a candy store. 'Holy shit, you actually pulled it off!' she says, grinning ear to ear. 'Wanna give it a spin?' he asks with a wink. Clothes hit the floor in a flash—they dive into the shower, steaming up the glass. They lock lips hard, water cascading over their naked skin like a warm rain. Man, Cody's been buried in work so deep, this feels like forever since he last devoured her mouth like that. Hunger's written all over them as fingers roam every curve and muscle. She grabs his cock, stroking it firm and slow till it's rock-hard and throbbing. Zoey drops to her knees, takes him deep in her mouth, sucking like she's starved for it—eyes locked on his, pure fire. He flips the script, dives in to tease her pussy, fingers slick and circling her clit just right. They stumble to the mat for the real deal, half-forgetting what kicked this off: that Extra Slippery Nuru Gel celebrating its grand debut. Cody stretches out; Zoey drenches him in the stuff, every inch glistening. She straddles him, pours the rest over herself, and slides up and down his body like silk on fire—total body-on-body bliss. Foreplay's got her revved, so she grabs his dick, lines it up, and sinks down onto it. That gel? It turns the ride into a slippery, pounding paradise—nothing's sticking, everything's gliding smooth and wild.