Thanks For Your HARD Work!

Laney Grey flashes a sly grin as Brad Newman steps into the massage parlor, looking all wide-eyed and curious. 'First time getting rubbed down?' she asks, eyeing him up. Brad nods, admitting yeah, it's his debut. He spills that he works for a crew harvesting sustainable seaweed—the exact stuff that goes into NURU gel. He's dying to try the real deal, figure out the hype. Laney's eyes light up, loving every word. 'Damn, you're the guy keeping my favorite treatment alive. Without you slinging that seaweed, this place might be toast!' She winks, promising to show her thanks with a killer session. Brad's clueless on the how-to, so she lays it out straight: clothes gotta come off, or the gel's gonna ruin 'em. He strips down to his skivvies, then freezes—Laney's buck naked, curves on full display. 'Lose the rest, stud,' she teases. 'Full body means everything bare.' No half-measures in her world. Both slick and ready, Brad stretches out on the mattress. Laney slides in with that warm NURU gel, her body gliding over his like liquid silk, hands and hips working every tense muscle into bliss. He groans, finally getting it: 'Holy shit, no wonder this stuff's a hit—feels unreal.' But Laney's not done dishing gratitude. 'Wanna feel next-level amazing?' she purrs, voice dripping suggestion. Brad's all in, no hesitation. She wraps her fingers around his throbbing cock, stroking slow and firm, then dives in for a hungry kiss. Straddling him, she sinks down, bouncing with rhythm that hits every sweet spot. Hey, killer work like his? Deserves a mind-blowing ride.