His Lucky Day

Justin struts into the massage parlor after crushing his gym session, craving a chill Swedish rubdown. He eyes the lineup of girls and picks Rayveness—yeah, that fiery one with the knowing smirk. She leads him to the dim room, tells him to strip down buck naked. Justin's all confused, like 'Why the full monty?' but he shrugs and drops trou anyway. The massage kicks off, her hands gliding smooth over his back. Then she ramps it up, teasing the insides of his thighs with slow, torturous caresses. Light as a whisper, feathery touches that make his skin tingle. She drags her nails up the upper thighs, right to the edge, and—bam—ever-so-softly brushes his sack. Justin lets out these quiet moans, biting his lip like he's fighting a losing battle. And that's when the real fun explodes into gear, baby.