Just Want To Relax

Billy's day went straight to hell with car after car headache piling up, leaving him wired and desperate for some chill. He books a massage, figures it'll melt the stress away. Hostess Rayveness catches his rant about the busted ride and smirks, knowing exactly the fix—Sasha, the upstairs pro. Billy sheds his clothes, and bam, Sasha's jaw hits the floor at the monster swinging between his legs. She rubs him down, but her gaze keeps locking on that beast like it's the main event. Hunger wins out; she wraps her fingers around his throbbing cock and yanks off her uniform, stripping bare in record time. Naked and eager, she dives in, lips sliding over his tip, then sucking him deep. Billy's stunned for a beat, but hey, he rolls with it—cool as ice, hands roaming her curves, hauling her up to straddle his face so he can tongue her dripping pussy while she works his shaft like a champ. Damn, this girl's got skills: throat-gagging deep, tongue swirling wild, fingers pumping till he blows his wad right across her. Now that's what I call a massage with all the bells, whistles, and a helluva happy ending.