Not His Usual Masseuse

Codey Steele strolls in for his usual massage, but damn, it's his birthday today. Bummer hits when the receptionist says his regular girl's out. No sweat, they've lined up a sub. He steps into the room and—bam—there stands his girlfriend Skylar Snow, decked out in a skimpy masseuse getup. She grins and spills the beans: surprise, birthday boy! She's been secretly practicing massage moves to step in and pamper him right. Codey's heart swells; this chick's thoughtfulness has him grinning ear to ear, pumped that she went all out. Skylar tells him to peel off his clothes and flop face-down on the mat. He strips quick and dives in, eager as hell. Then he spots her shedding her outfit too—hot damn, that's a twist that revs him up, though he's scratching his head. Regular sessions don't go full nude like this. Skylar winks and lays it out: this ain't your standard rubdown. It's a Nuru special, her extra gift. She teases that his browser history gave her the tip-off—he's been dying for one but held back to stay loyal. Now's his shot, guilt-free. Codey chuckles, quipping it pays to slack on clearing that history, but he's straight-up thrilled and thankful. He gives in completely as Skylar slathers up and glides her slick, perfect curves all over his back. Midway, he flips, and she slides smooth across his chest and abs, driving him wild. He moans how her lessons nailed it—she's a pro, making every inch sing. Can't fight it forever; Codey's cock stiffens hard. Skylar's eyes spark with mischief. She wraps her fingers around his shaft, stroking slow, and purrs they should fuck right there on the spot. The public rush? Hell yeah, Codey's all in, heart pounding. Talk about a birthday slam dunk—Codey's grinning like the luckiest bastard alive.