Don't I Know You From Somewhere?

Brad Sterling struts into this massage spot, ready for a slick NURU rubdown. Boom—there's Daya Knight, the smoking hot masseuse from his yoga class, flashing a sly grin because she spots him right away. Sparks fly the second they're in the same room, and shit gets electric fast as she leads him to the private den. Clothes hit the floor quick. They can't stop devouring each other's bare skin with hungry stares—her curves, his build, all out in the open and begging for attention. Tension's thicker than the oil she grabs next. She slicks them both up, her hands gliding everywhere, then slams her body against his in this teasing, full-on grind of a massage. Damn, it's pure fire. Brad can't hold back; he blurts out how her yoga flexibility's got him hooked. Their eyes lock like predators on the prowl, and yeah, they crank it up—time to twist her bendy skills into some real acrobatic fun.