Exposure Nuru-Therapy

Seth's been battling haphephobia, that gut-wrenching fear of anyone laying a finger on him. Good thing his therapist Kelly Caprice is a pro at coaxing him out of his shell. After weeks of grinding through sessions, she figures he's primed for the big leagues: exposure therapy with a steamy shower and a NURU massage twist. Seth's scratching his head—never even heard of NURU before—but he trusts her enough to dive in naked. They strip down, step into the spray, and Kelly takes the wheel. First off, she has him just soak in the water cascading over his skin, letting it tease every inch. Then she ramps it up, her hands gliding gently over him, soft and insistent. She lets him return the favor, fingers exploring her curves in the slick heat. By the time they hit the NURU mat, slathered in that slippery gel, Seth's phobia is crumbling like a house of cards. Hell, he's so fired up he straight-up asks if she'll fuck him—full throttle, no holding back. Kelly's all in, not about to cockblock a breakthrough like this. They go at it, bodies sliding and grinding in a wild, slippery frenzy across the mat, every thrust building that electric connection until Seth emerges feeling like he conquered the damn world.