Debt Settlement

Kenny storms into the massage parlor like a man on a mission, face red and fists clenched. He runs the local cleaning crew, the guy who hauls away all those steamy, sweat-soaked towels every week. But damn, they've got a fat unpaid bill hanging over his head, and he's here to snag his cash. Ally spots him at the door, flashing that sly smile of hers, and lays it out straight: 'No money right now, big guy, but how about a special massage to settle the score?' She eases him onto the table, her hands working his shoulders with firm, teasing strokes that melt away the tension. Kenny's not having it, though—he growls low, 'That's cute, but I want those lips wrapped around my cock instead.' She drops to her knees without a second thought, taking him in slow at first, tongue swirling like she's savoring every inch. But he's greedy, bucking his hips, demanding more. Ally ramps it up, eyes locked on his as she plunges deep, throat gripping him tight in that aggressive rhythm that drives guys wild. She doesn't let up, sucking hard until he explodes, pulling every last drop of cum right out of him with a wicked grin.