Full Moon Party

Stevie strolls into the local massage joint, craving some real downtime. Randy flashes him a sly grin at the door, listening as he gripes about those shitty nights tossing and turning. She gets him settled on the table, oils up her hands, and starts kneading those tense shoulders. 'Bet I got just the fix for your sleepless ass,' she teases, her fingers drifting lower, bolder. Randy sneaks a hand to his crotch, massaging right there on his junk, then yanks the towel clean off. Boom—his rock-hard cock springs free, throbbing and ready. She doesn't miss a beat, drops her head and wraps her lips around it, sucking deep with that expert swirl of her tongue. Then she swings a leg over, straddling him like a pro, giving Stevie an up-close eyeful of her dripping wet pussy, all slick and inviting as she grinds against him. Randy finishes him off with a flourish, pulling back just in time for his hot load to splatter across her smirking face—ropes of cum dripping down her chin like some naughty victory prize. But then, out of nowhere, shit gets weird...