High Definition Dream

TJ slings TVs all day, but he's burning the midnight oil at the shop, sneaking peeks at massage-parlor.com in glorious HD. Shameless plug, right? Those clips hit him like a freight train—girls grinding, moans echoing. Damn, he thinks, could my spot down the block deliver that kind of bliss? He rolls up, heart pounding. Maya, the sharp-eyed madam, flashes a knowing grin and parades the lineup. Enter Bailey, all curves and sly smiles. She leads him back, oils up her hands, and shows him massages aren't just knots—they're filthy dreams come alive. She works him over slow, teasing every inch until he's gasping, begging for that explosive finish. Yeah, TJ's hooked.