The Luxury Package

Van Wylde steps inside. He says he booked the hot stone massage. Cheerleader Kait meets him at the desk, takes one look at his face, and decides the stones can wait. She tells him there's a shortage right now, nothing to be done. But she can bump him up to the real luxury package, the one that starts with a long shower and slides into Nuru. He buys it. In the back room she turns the water hot, steps in with him, and runs soapy hands over every inch. The shower lasts longer than it needs to. She presses close, lets her small tits slide across his chest, feels him get hard against her thigh. When she finally leads him to the mat she drizzles the thick gel over both of them, then stretches out on top. Her whole body moves in slow, wet strokes. She grinds her hips, slides down, takes him in her mouth, works him deep until her throat opens around him. Spit and gel mix on her chin. She keeps going until his breathing breaks, then climbs back over him, slick and bare, chasing the heat she started.