Bad Influence

Jay Smooth's neck and back are screaming at him like they've been in a cage fight for months. He's at this massage parlor, desperate for relief to get his body back in fighting shape. Vicky Chase struts in, all confident curves, and hits him with, 'How'd that massage treat you?' He grunts, 'It was alright, but I'm still hurting bad.' She smirks, glances at the clock. 'Place is closed after hours, but I can't sleep knowing I've got a sore customer on my hands. Let me handle you personally.' Her eyes light up. 'Got this new technique I've been dying to test—wanna be my guinea pig?' Jay perks up, intrigued as hell. 'You got time now?' she asks, already leading him to the back room like she owns the night. She lays it out: 'We kick off with a shower.' Jay hesitates, cocking an eyebrow. 'This legit? Don't wanna step over any lines here.' Vicky laughs, low and teasing. 'Relax, handsome—everything's golden. Just strip down.' They step into the steamy shower together, water cascading like a warm invite. She grabs the soap, lathers him up slow and thorough, hands sliding over every inch. Then her fingers wrap around his dick, stroking firm and steady. She flashes a wicked smile. 'Strictly professional, of course.' Yeah, right. She drops to her knees, takes his cock in her mouth, sucking deep and hungry for what feels like forever. Jay's losing it, but fair's fair—he pulls her up, drops down, and dives into her pussy like a man on a mission. He eats her out fierce, tongue working overtime as she moans loud, gripping his hair. They stumble to the mat, slick and ready. She pours oil over him, rivers of it gleaming on his skin, then drenches herself too. Her body's a slippery dream as she glides up and down him, tits pressing, hips grinding—damn, she's already fantasizing how that thick cock will stretch her just right. Finally, she can't wait anymore. She sinks down on him, taking every inch deep inside her tight heat. And just like that, she delivers the knockout relief he's been chasing, pounding away until the pain's a distant memory.