Shower Pressure

Megan Winters struts into the massage parlor, sweat dripping down her skin, earbuds still jammed in. She's huffing a bit as she hits the reception desk, yanking those buds out when Jake Adams starts chatting her up. 'Sorry,' she pants, 'jogged the whole way here.' Jake grins, asks if she's set for her rubdown. 'Hell yeah,' she says, but then she runs her fingers over the sweat slicking her arms. 'Mind if I hit the shower first? Don't want you touching this mess.' He nods, cool as ever. 'No sweat—literally. There's one in the room. Follow me.' In the massage room, Jake lays it out: 'Take a few in the shower, dry off, slap a towel on, and flop face-down on the table. I'll swing back in five.' She smirks. 'No prob, make it four if you want.' Innocent little smile, right? Door clicks shut, and bam—her face twists wicked. She strips fast, perky tits bouncing free, that juicy ass on full display. Quick rinse under the spray, and she's all clean and gleaming. Jake knocks, voice a tad shaky. 'Need more time?' From behind the foggy glass: 'Nah, come on in.' He pushes the door, freezes—there's his client, buck naked in the shower. 'Shit, thought you said enter. My bad.' Megan's voice purrs back. 'You heard right, stud. I meant it.' Grinning like the devil, she amps it up. 'Why not hop in? Join the fun.' Jake slaps a hand over his eyes, chuckling. 'Whoa, lady—this is way out of bounds.' She pouts, all playful, hands sliding slow and teasing over her curves as she chats. 'Aw, come on. You've been hustling all day in this heat, right? Bet you stink like hell. Jump in, wash up, feel that fresh rush.' She splashes water, lets it trickle over her stiff pink nipples peeking through the steam. 'So steamy and sudsy in here—sure you wanna miss out?' That tight body pressed to the glass? Game over for Jake. He strips and dives in. Under the pounding water, Jake's hands work magic, gliding sensual over her drenched skin in a steamy stand-up massage. Megan's not shy—she grabs hold, strokes his cock till it's rock-hard and throbbing. But hands? That's kid stuff soon enough. Jake spins her, slams his dick deep into her slick, eager pussy from behind. She braces on the wall, moaning like crazy as he rails her hard. Her perfect tits mash flat against the glass, fogging it up. Jake's got her teetering on the brink already—and damn, the real massage ain't even kicked off.