Power Through

Crystal Taylor grins as she greets her fresh-faced client, Tyler Nixon, in the dimly lit room. She starts him off with a classic relaxing massage, her skilled hands kneading away the knots in his back. But damn, about halfway through, that nagging old tennis injury in her shoulder flares up like a bad ex texting at midnight. It throbs harder with every stroke, turning simple rubs into a real grind. She powers through as long as she can, but eventually bites the bullet and calls it quits early. Tyler looks bummed—hell, who wouldn't be?—his muscles just starting to unwind. Quick thinker that she is, Crystal hatches a plan to keep this stud hooked. 'Screw the hands,' she says with a wink. 'Let's switch to a NURU massage—slippery fun, no arm strain.' Clothes hit the floor in a heartbeat, both of them buck naked and gleaming under a slick layer of gel. She pours it on generous, then climbs aboard, her curves gliding over his ripped frame like she's butter on hot toast. Breasts pressing into his chest, hips grinding against his thighs—her whole body's the tool now, easing the ache in her shoulder while revving up all new thrills. That gel's no joke; it turns every slide into pure friction fireworks. Bodies slick and steaming, the heat builds fast between them, tension coiling tight in the best way. Crystal's feeling golden, no pain in sight, and she's got Tyler to thank for rolling with it. So she ramps it up, dropping to her knees to wrap her lips around his throbbing cock, sucking him deep with expert swirls of her tongue. She works him over like a pro, hands cupping his balls while she bobs, drawing out those low groans until he explodes down her throat. Yeah, that's the kind of bonus that'll have him booking sessions like clockwork.