A Massage While You Wait

Brooklyn Gray, the hot beautician with killer hands, is giving London River a fresh haircut while London's hubby, Charles Dera, slumps in the chair nearby, looking like he's about to die of boredom. Brooklyn spots his misery and grins, offering a free shoulder rub to kill time. Charles hesitates, all 'uh, really?', but London waves him on—her do's gonna take forever to style anyway. He caves, and Brooklyn gets to work, kneading those tense shoulders like a pro. London plops back in her seat, jams in some earbuds, and dives into a magazine, totally zoned out. Boom—professional mask off. Brooklyn cranks up the heat, turning that massage into pure sin, sliding her hands lower until she fishes out Charles' cock for a sly, teasing stroke. The guy's eyes bug out—shocked as hell, heart pounding from the risk of London spotting them, but damn, the thrill's got him hooked. Who saw this coming at a freaking salon? After a quick torment session that leaves him throbbing, Brooklyn peeks at London—still oblivious—and whispers about upgrading to a slippery Nuru massage. Charles, head spinning, nods like a fool, and next thing he knows, he's stripped bare on an air mattress, Brooklyn's naked, oiled-up curves gliding all over his skin. She ramps it up, grinding bolder, hungrier, until she mounts his rock-hard cock and rides them both to a mind-blowing finish. London's right there in the background the whole time—one wrong glance, and it's game over.