Bad Weather

TJ figured he'd hit the waves for some surfing, but damn, the weather's a total shitshow—raining cats and dogs. So he pivots, heads to this massage spot instead. Sierra's waiting at the door, all smiles, and damn if she doesn't eye him up like a snack. She leads him to the room, gets him stripped and face-down on the table. But she's hooked already, her hands gliding over his ripped back and down his legs, slipping closer to that growing bulge under the sheet. Meanwhile, she's sneaking touches to herself, fingers dipping into her own wetness, breathing heavy. TJ's heart's pounding—got a girl at home, after all—but Sierra's not playing coy. She sheds her clothes, revealing this insanely tight body, curves in all the right spots, skin glowing like she owns the damn place. He can't hold back anymore; the second she swings a leg over, he's yanking her into a steamy 69, face buried in her slick, pink pussy. He laps at her like a man starved, tongue flicking her clit while she spreads wide above him. Sierra wastes no time—mouth hovering, then dropping down, swallowing his thick cock whole, throat working it deep as her hand pumps the shaft with a wicked twist. TJ's losing his mind, this hot stranger blowing him like a pro, her lips locked tight and slurpy. It hits him like a freight train—he's done for. Bursts all over her pretty face, ropes of cum painting her cheeks and lips, her grin saying she loved every second.