Worth The Long Drive

Paula greets her hubby Mark at the door, all smiles and that knowing sparkle in her eye, 'cause he's back from the road as a trucker. She teases him right off the bat—says she figured those endless hauls would leave him stiff as a board, muscles screaming for mercy. So, she's got this slick trick up her sleeve: Nuru massage, learned just to melt his aches away. They strip down and hop into a hot, steamy shower together, water cascading over their bodies, hands roaming free and easy. Soap suds slide everywhere, building that heat. Out they come, slippery and ready, and Paula lays on the Nuru gel—thick, warm stuff that turns her into a gliding goddess on his skin. She slides all over him, pressing deep into those tense spots, her curves working magic on his back, thighs, everywhere that needs it. Mark groans in relief, tension pouring out like bad highway vibes. He pulls her close, thanks her for being his rock, always down to ease his load. They tumble into bed, hungry and connected, her riding him slow then fierce, bodies locking in that sweet, sweaty rhythm until they both crash over the edge.