Roomie's Nuru Nudism

Van's chilling in the kitchen, grabbing a snack, when bam—his masseuse roommate Nicole Kitt struts in buck naked. Heart racing, he freezes. Later, he corners her: 'What the hell was that?' Turns out, she's running nuru massages from home and forgot to clue him in. Van's squirming at how hands-on and slippery those sessions get—body-to-body action with oils and all. He's packing his bags, talking about bailing. But Nicole? She's got moves. 'Hang on, cutie,' she purrs, 'let me show you the magic. Free nuru on me—bet it'll change your mind.' He caves, strips down on the table. She pours on the gel, her slick curves gliding over him like forbidden silk. Teasing his back, his thighs, pressing close. Van's flustered as hell, cock twitching to life under her expert slips and slides. Nicole spots that bulge and grins wickedly—jackpot. Time to turn this rubdown into roommate romp that'll glue him here for good.