Going All The Way

Eric strolls into the local massage parlor, no appointment in sight, and flashes a grin at Brandy. 'Got room for me?' he asks. She smirks back, eyes twinkling with mischief. 'Sure, stud, let's squeeze you in.' She leads him upstairs to the dimly lit massage room, the air thick with that oiled-up promise. As her hands work their magic on his back, Eric chats her up, probing about the gig. Turns out, Brandy's game for extras—just name your price, big boy. Eric doesn't hesitate; he slips her the cash, watching her peel off those clothes like she's unwrapping a dirty secret. Damn, her tanned body's a knockout—curves that could make a saint sin. He dives in first, pulling her into a steamy 69 where he laps at her sweet, dripping pussy, tongue teasing every fold till she's moaning like a vixen. Meanwhile, she swallows his throbbing cock whole, deepthroating with expert suction that has him gripping the table. Balls deep in heaven, right there. Eric flips the script, laying her out flat on the massage table, her legs spreading wide in invitation. He thrusts into her tight heat, pounding away with a rhythm that's pure fire—hard, deep strokes that echo off the walls. She's clawing his back, gasping his name, and he's owning every slick inch like it's his personal playground.