Zoe Is Back In Town

TJ's got a couple hours free and he's itching to loosen up, so he hits up this massage spot for a proper rub. BAM—meets Zoe, this total smokeshow with curves that don't quit. She leads him to the room, and get this: TJ ain't bashful. Dude strips buck naked, sprawls out on the table, towel? What's that? She starts kneading his back, hands working magic. Then, 'Flip over,' she says. As he does, his cock springs up, rock-fucking-hard and proud. Zoe's eyes light up—impressed as hell. Without a word, she peels off her clothes, tits bouncing free, and wraps her fingers around his throbbing shaft, stroking slow and firm. Damn, he feels electric in her grip; her pussy's dripping already, no holding back. She swings a leg over, climbs on top, and grinds his dick against her slick folds and silky thighs, teasing like a pro. Sliding down, she dives in—takes him deep into her hot mouth, throat hugging every inch. She sucks him fierce, pumps with those long, steady strokes, milking him till he loses it. Boom—he explodes, pumping a thick load straight into her eager, wet mouth, swallowing every drop with a wicked grin.