Up For Grabs

Nathan Bronson's doing his buddy a favor, grabbing his crap from the ex's place. He uses the spare key, slips inside, and starts packing up shirts, gadgets, whatever. Then he spots this box of mushy keepsakes and bam—there's a coupon for a steamy massage tucked in there. He's smirking, mind racing, when Kenzie Reeves storms in, hands on hips, ready to chew him out. Nathan plays it cool, barely fazed. Kenzie's pissed but not raging—she knows the guy, lets him keep scavenging. That's his cue. He turns on the charm, hitting on her like it's no big deal. She's shocked, right? He's her ex's best bro. But damn, there's a spark, pulling her in despite herself. He feels the vibe shifting, so he whips out that massage coupon he pocketed quick. Kenzie groans, but he grins wide: 'I'll bounce for good if you give me the works—just a nice rubdown.' They trade barbs, laughing it off, but the air's thick with that electric pull. Nathan knows she digs the rogue act, the thrill of crossing lines. She huffs, rolls her eyes, and drags him to her setup—a proper massage table in the back. Nathan's buzzing as she works his shoulders, his back, oil slick and warm. But he's not selfish; he wants her revved up too. Flip the script—he gets her on the table, hands roaming her curves, kneading deep. Things heat fast. His fingers slide between her thighs, rubbing her pussy slow then firm, teasing her clit till she's gasping, soaking. Kenzie's melting, hooked on this forbidden rush she'd never pictured. Then he pulls the ace: another coupon, swiped for a 'happy ending.' She's all in, eyes hungry. Nathan stretches out on his back, cock hard and ready. Kenzie climbs on, straddles him tight, and sinks down, her pussy gripping him like a vice. She rides wild, hips grinding, bouncing fierce. Every thrust blasts her ex from her brain. Hell, this breakup might've scored her the upgrade of the year.