But Babe, I'm WORKING!

Chloe Cherry struts into her boyfriend Nathan Bronson's massage parlor, catching him off guard with that killer smile. Damn, she's flirty today—way more than usual. She bats those eyes and straight-up begs for a rubdown, and hell, he's got no shot against that charm. No one's around, day's dragging, so why the fuck not? They slip into the private room, and Chloe doesn't waste a beat. She peels off every last scrap of clothing, baring that smoking hot body, then hops ass-up on the massage table. Nathan's blood's pumping hard as he slicks oil over her curves, hands gliding smooth from her neck down to those toes. He hits every inch, teasing out the tension like a pro. Chloe's squirming under his fingers, heat building fast—she's dying for more, and who wouldn't be? A quickie on the table? Sounds like the perfect way to kill time. He fights it for like, two seconds, but c'mon—who turns down a steamy invite from their own knockout girlfriend? Chloe drops to her knees, wraps those lips around his cock, and sucks him rock-hard, ready to play. She flips back, legs splayed wide on the table, pussy begging for it. Nathan dives in, sliding his dick deep into her wetness, and bam—Chloe's getting that filthy fix she's been craving since she walked through the door.