Rejuvenating Facial

Bailey Brooke struts into the massage parlor, and there's Ryan Driller behind the reception desk, spotting her right away. 'Hey, regular! Back for that 60-minute Swedish special?' he asks with a grin. She flashes a smile but shakes her head. 'Nah, just got dumped hard, and I'm craving something extra naughty to spoil myself.' Ryan nods, all sympathy. 'Rough break, huh? Go for the pamper package—mud wrap or a killer facial to wipe that stress away.' Bailey's eyes light up. 'Facial? Hell yeah, that's exactly the fix I need.' He thanks her and guides her to a cozy private room. 'Slip off your top, hop in the chair, and drape a towel over those beauties,' he says, then steps out so she can strip down easy. She takes her sweet time, feeling the thrill build. Knock-knock—he's back when she calls him in. Ryan starts gentle, brushing her long locks and kneading her scalp, melting the tension in seconds. He tugs her hair lightly, slings another towel over it to keep the goop out. A dab of cream hits her skin; his fingers work it in smooth and slow, teasing every inch of her face. Towel swipe—face pristine. But he pauses. 'Those eyes look puffy as hell. Break-up tears?' They dive into the dirt on her ex, chatting like old pals while his hands roam, massaging deep. By the time he's working her chest and the swell of her upper tits, they're clicking hot. 'No clue how any dude blows it with a stunner like you,' Ryan says, cocky edge slipping in. 'If I had you? I'd worship that body every damn day.' She melts, pulls him close—boom, steamy hookup ignites. Ryan delivers a facial the dirty way too, blasting her with his load, the ultimate release to cap off her wild treat.