The Confused Nerd

Justin Hunt strolls into the massage parlor, figuring it'll be some dude working out the knots. Boom—manager drops that a woman's handling it. Kid's green with the ladies, all shy and fidgety. Manager claps him on the back, swears it's no biggie, but Justin's still hemming and hawing. In walks Lena Paul, catching every word with a sly grin. 'Hey, I'm Lena,' she says, locking eyes with that warm, no-BS sincerity. 'I'll take it easy on you.' He buys it, trails her to the massage spot like a puppy, totally trusting those good hands. She guides him to the shower, and he blurts, 'You gonna watch?' Lena cracks up, loving his wide-eyed innocence. 'Nah, we're doing this together,' she teases, peeling off her clothes in a heap on the floor. Spotting his jitters, she purrs, 'Relax, stud—you're safe with me.' Warm water cascades over him as she massages his skin, playful splashes everywhere. She soaps him up slow and sultry, fingers tracing every inch till he's rock hard and throbbing. Grinning wickedly, she grabs his dick and nestles it right between her big, juicy tits. He thrusts away, lost in the squeeze, and she whispers, 'Oh, this is just the appetizer.' Then she drops low, wraps her lips around his cock, sucking deep while her hand pumps him steady. 'Massage time, big boy,' she says, nodding to the table. He flops down, and she perches beside him, drizzling oil over his slick body. She glides up and down, rubbing her curves against him, drawing it out—savoring every second. Because when she finally slides that dick inside her? It's gonna feel like pure heaven.