Anything More I Could Do

Tori's eyes light up when her man Mason shuffles through the door, looking beat from another killer day at the office. She pulls him into a tight cuddle on the couch, kicking off their little ritual—she always rubs those tense shoulders when work's got him twisted up. Today? Hell yeah, he needs it bad. She slides behind him, her hands digging into his knots with that firm, teasing pressure. Fingers wander lower, groping his chest, hinting at the fun part of their routine: her starting something steamy to melt the day away. But Mason catches her wrist gently, murmuring he's wiped out, head pounding like a drum. No action tonight, babe. Tori nods, all sweet understanding, as he hauls himself up for a quick shower before crashing. Alone now, Tori bites her lip, worrying over how wound up he's been these weeks. Damn, if only she could fix it better. She grabs her laptop, taps away on a search, and boom—her face splits into a grin. Jackpot. Cut to the next rough day. Mason drags in, shoulders slumped like he's carrying the world. Tori greets him with that sly smile, whispering she's got a killer surprise: a nuru massage, straight-up slippery heaven. His jaw drops as she reveals the setup—candles flickering, soft sheets, the works. He's game but wary, muttering he might be too zonked to rise to the occasion. She silences him with a slow, promising kiss. 'Relax, stud. Let me handle it.' They peel off clothes, skin to skin in a heartbeat. Tori straddles him, pouring warm oil over his back in a slick cascade. Then she goes to town, gliding her naked curves all over him—pressing those perky tits against his spine, sliding her hard cock along his thighs, her belly teasing his ass. It's pure friction magic, bodies locked in a slippery dance. Mason unwinds inch by inch, tension evaporating like mist. Holy shit, this woman's a goddess, he thinks, and just like that, the spark ignites. They tumble into a hot, grinding fuck—her cock plunging deep, their oiled-up bodies slapping together in rhythm. Stress? Vanished for both of them, leaving nothing but sweet, sweaty bliss.