Never Done NURU Before

Alina Lopez struts into Derrick Pierce's place, bag slung over her shoulder, ready for another straightforward Swedish massage gig. She figures it'll be just like every other day—knotted muscles, some chill vibes. But Derrick's got other plans. He hits her with this Nuru massage idea, confessing he's been chasing it like a hound after a bone, but no local spots do it. Alina's intrigued; she's never heard of the stuff. She whips out her phone, punches in a quick search. Boom—erotic full-body rubdown using this insanely slippery gel. Sounds legit. Why the hell not? Derrick's grinning like he just won the lottery. He leads her to the shower, laying out the drill: they both gotta get hosed down clean so the gel clings like a second skin. Alina chuckles, grabbing the soap and lathering him up. Her eyes keep flicking to his cock—can't blame a girl. And hey, Derrick insists every inch needs scrubbing, so she gives it a teasing stroke, suds sliding everywhere. Feels like the start of something wicked. They step out, dripping, onto the air mattress he's blown up in the living room. Alina grabs the bowl of prepped gel, tips it over them both. Whoosh—it's everywhere, slick as sin. She glides her body over his, skin on skin, teasing every curve and ridge. Derrick's in heaven, but hold up, it's not quite the full ride yet. Arousal hits Alina hard, same as him. She's buzzing, bold as brass, drops to her knees and wraps her lips around his cock, sucking him stiff and throbbing. Derrick's losing his mind. Then she climbs on, guides him right into her wet pussy, and rides like it's the best damn ending money can't buy. Happy endings? They've got the deluxe version.