The Russian Experience

Eric swings open the door to the massage parlor, and there's Bethany, greeting him with that sly smile. He smirks right back, telling her straight up he's a regular—no newbie here, he knows the routine cold. She starts working those knots out of his back, and they chat. Turns out she's fresh from Russia, that thick accent hitting him like a shot of vodka. Damn, that gets him fired up, picturing all sorts of wild adventures across the border. He doesn't beat around the bush. 'Hey, all the other girls throw in some extras—what's your play?' Bethany plays it cool at first, but they haggle like pros, landing on a sweet deal for the upgrade. Clothes hit the floor in a flash. She grabs the oil, slathering it over her perky tits until they shine like forbidden fruit. Then her hand snakes down, wrapping around his hard cock, stroking it slow and teasing, building that fire. They flip into a steamy 69, no time wasted. Eric dives in, tongue lapping at her wet pussy, tasting every inch while she devours his cock, sucking deep and hungry. She shifts gears, pressing those slick tits around him for a killer titty fuck, her tongue flicking the tip like she's claiming her prize. He loses it—hot cum blasts all over her chest in ropes, marking the territory with a grin that says he won the round.