My New Business

Avril's got big dreams for her own massage studio, but she needs cash to make it happen. So she invites Seth over, all casual-like, to pitch the idea. He's hooked right away, but smirks and says he wants a live demo of her skills first. 'Prove you're as good as you claim,' he teases. Avril grins, no hesitation—she's got this. She has him strip down and lie face-first on the table, towel draped just so. Her hands dive in, kneading his back with firm, expert strokes that melt away every knot, working up a sweat of pure bliss. After a bit, she taps him to flip over. Now she's gliding over his chest, fingers tracing those pecs, then down to his thighs and calves, building that tension slow and deliberate. Seth's breathing heavy, towel tenting like it's got a mind of its own. Avril locks eyes with him, cocky as hell, and yanks the towel free. His cock springs up, hard and ready. She leans in close, breath hot, and wraps her soft lips around the tip, sucking him deep with that pro rhythm—tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing. While she's devouring him, she shrugs off her top and shimmies out of her skirt, clothes hitting the floor in a careless heap. Naked and bold, she climbs on top, swinging a leg over to straddle his face reverse-style. She grinds her sweet, juicy pussy right onto his mouth, inviting that tongue to dive in. Seth doesn't hold back—he laps at her folds, tasting how wet she is, flicking her clit like a man possessed. All the while, Avril keeps bobbing on his cock, the double heat pushing him to the edge. It's too much, the way she's dripping on his chin while her mouth milks him dry. Seth bucks and explodes, pumping hot ropes of cum straight into Avril's throat. She swallows every drop like a champ, not spilling a bit, then slides off with a wicked smile. Seth's grinning ear to ear, spent and sold. Looks like Avril's nailed her investor—pitch closed with a bang.