First Day on the Job

Olive Glass gets walked into the reception area by her manager. He drops the bomb: her trainer's out sick today. She's eyeing him, hoping he'll step up and show her the ropes. No dice—he's got a big meeting and bolts. 'You'll crush it,' he says. Place is dead quiet, won't be a soul around till he's back. He wishes her luck and dips out. Barely a minute ticks by before Marcus London strolls in, flashing a grin. 'Hey, new face. My usual masseuse around?' She bites her lip: 'She's out sick, but yeah, I can take care of you.' Marcus smirks, clocking the fresh meat. 'Ever done a Nuru?' She admits, 'Kinda, yeah.' He chuckles—he knows a newbie vibe when it hits. 'Don't sweat it, babe. I'll guide you through.' Relieved, Olive grabs his hand and leads him to the massage spot. They strip down and hop in the shower, steam rising. He bosses her gently: 'Easy on the hot water—don't wanna boil us alive.' She giggles, grabs the soap, and starts soaping up his broad back, hands sliding smooth. Flirty sparks fly as she drops to her knees, wrapping her fingers around his thickening cock, stroking it slow and firm. Damn, this girl's picking it up fast—like she was born for this. She rinses him clean, then dives in, lips locking around his shaft, sucking with hungry pulls. He grabs her hair, thrusting into her mouth, groaning deep. 'Hate to rush, but we're ditching the bath—time's tight.' They slide over to the mat, him stretching out on his back. She slicks him up with oil, bodies gleaming, but after tasting him, all she craves is that dick buried deep again. He's short on clock too, so he flips the script—gives her exactly what she's aching for, pounding in hard and relentless.