Another Crazy Idea Of Yours...!

Reagan Foxx and her business partner Derrick Pierce are hashing it out over this wild NURU craze sweeping the massage world. Picture it: buckets of slick oil turning every rubdown into a slippery, skin-on-skin frenzy. As owners of a massage parlor, they've gotta stay ahead of the game or watch clients bolt for the door. Reagan's all revved up to dive in, but Derrick? He's dragging his feet. She's always pitching these bonkers schemes, and half of 'em flop harder than a bad pickup line. What if this one's another dud? Nah, Reagan insists, this'll pack the place. She twists his arm with that killer smile, and boom—he agrees to give NURU a personal spin. Next thing, she's got 'em both buck-naked on a squishy mattress, air thick with anticipation. Derrick's eyeing her like she's about to unleash a prank, especially when she douses their bodies in that warm, glossy oil. It drips everywhere, turning skin into a teasing playground. But then Reagan gets to work—sliding her curves against him, those full, gorgeous breasts mashing right into his chest, nipples tracing electric paths. Short glides turn into longer, heated presses, her hips grinding slow and deliberate. Derrick's doubts melt faster than ice in July; his cock twitches to life under all that slippery friction. By the time she's worked every tense muscle into bliss, Reagan shoots him a wicked grin. 'Wanna hop on another hot trend? Happy endings.' Hell yeah, Derrick's sold. He flips her over, lines up, and sinks his thick dick deep into her wet, welcoming pussy. Thrust after thrust, oil making every slide pure fire, he pounds her with building rhythm—hard, then teasing slow. As she moans and arches, clenching around him, it hits him: Reagan's nutty ideas? Gold. This partnership's about to get a whole lot stickier.