Craving A Man's Touch

Chanel Preston's wrapping up her shift as a masseuse-in-training, itching to kick back with a killer dinner alongside her wife and stepson, Robby Echo. The kid's just breezed in from college for a quick breather, making this family feast a real score. But damn, she's one client short of clocking those training hours and snagging her certification before the clock runs out. No way she's blowing her shot at becoming a legit rub-down pro. Robby's gutted she might bail on the meal, but the clever punk jumps in with a fix: let him be her last mark. It's her dream gig, and hey, family's gotta stick together, right? Sweet as pie, but Chanel pumps the brakes hard—'cause the massage she's gotta deliver? Yeah, that's the super steamy, hands-all-over kind. Robby's not backing down though, so she caves. Knock this out quick, hit her quota, and bolt for grub. They hit the shower, peeling off clothes like it's no big deal. Chanel's eyes bug out—Robby's packing some serious handsome heat. Sure, she adores his mom's everything, but as a bi chick, that itch for a guy's firm touch? It hits her like a freight train. She soaps him up, works those knots out, fighting tooth and nail to play it cool and pro. Kid's onto her vibe, though—her heat's got him rock-hard and hungry for more. Never crossed his mind before, but staring at Chanel? Total game-over. Especially when she herds them to the massage mat and starts gliding her slick body over his like a naughty wave. Robby nudges just right, and boom—Chanel's walls crumble. She grabs his throbbing cock, sinks it deep into her wet pussy, and rides him wild. This forbidden romp gonna scratch that ache she's been nursing? Hell yeah, it's got her grinning like a fox in the henhouse.