Corporate Mandated Massage

Ryan McLane struts in for his massage, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else—total pissy vibe. Christy Love, the hot masseuse, flashes him a grin and asks what's got his panties in a twist. He gripes that his dumb company forced these wellness massages on everyone, calling it total bullshit while he's drowning in work backlog. Christy chuckles, tells him it's just an hour of chill, and ushers him into a cozy private room. But nope, Ryan's glued to his phone, tapping away like a workaholic fiend instead of stripping down. Christy ain't having it—she snatches that thing right out of his hand, firm but sweet, and shelves it. 'Work can suck it for now,' she says with a wink. As they both peel off clothes for the full nude deal, Ryan sneaks peeks at his smartwatch, still scheming. Christy's quick—grabs that gadget too, tucks it away. He finally caves with a grumble, promising to play nice and actually zone out. She slicks him up with that slippery NURU gel, her hands working magic over every inch. Then she pours more on, presses her naked curves against him, and glides up and down his back like liquid sin. Ryan's tension melts away; the guy's finally loosening up, a low groan slipping out as he digs the ride. He flips over for the front treatment, and bam—his cock springs to life, hard as a rock. Christy's eyes light up; she leans in, offers to fuck him senseless so his brain and bod get that epic work-free reset. Ryan's jaw drops, but hell yeah, he's all in. She wraps her hand around his throbbing dick, strokes it slow and teasing, then locks lips in a hungry kiss. Mounting him like a pro, she sinks down on his cock, riding hard and deep. Turns out, the company's onto something—nothing beats pounding out stress like this!