Worst Day EVER!

Zac's tapping his foot like a madman in that massage parlor, dying for his rubdown. In bursts Abella Danger, huffing and puffing, her skin-tight cycling getup clinging to every curve. Those tits? Rising and falling like they're begging for attention. Zac's eyes lock on, can't look away from her killer body. She blurts sorry a dozen times, spilling how her day's been a total shitshow—bike tire pops on the way here, and bam, everything goes to hell from there. But hell no, she's not letting her mess ruin his vibe. She'll still work those knots out of him. Zac's all in for the massage, especially when she asks if it's cool to stay in that snug outfit. Problem? Nah, not even close—he's grinning like an idiot. They hit the private room. He yanks off his clothes fast and flops face-down on the mat, boner throbbing, hoping she doesn't spot it yet. Abella swings a leg over, straddles him easy as pie, and dives into the massage. Damn, that spandex grinding against his skin feels electric for a hot minute. But she's not messing around—off comes her gear, total strip-down for the real Nuru magic: her slick, naked body gliding over his like liquid sin. Zac's rock-hard now, pulse racing as she slides everywhere, smashing their bare skin together in all the right ways. To fix her crap day, she's dishing out the full happy ending. Her tongue traces his cock slow and teasing, getting him primed. Then she guides him right into her wet pussy. Just like that, Abella's nightmare flips to Zac's jackpot ride.