Finally Having Sex

Dean strolls in for his massage, spots Rachel—his hot masseuse—and feels his face heat up as he stumbles over asking for that 'special' kind. She tilts her head, playing coy, but leads him upstairs to the private room and kicks off the regular rubdown. Her hands work his back, loosening him up. That's when Dean blurts it out: he wants the extras. Alone now, Rachel grins wickedly and yanks off her shirt, unleashing those killer tits with shiny pierced nipples begging for attention. She whips away the towel hiding his goods and dives right in, wrapping her lips around his throbbing cock, sucking like she's starving for it. Before Dean can even catch his breath, she's swinging a leg over, planting her dripping pussy on his face for a taste while she deep-throats him whole, her throat squeezing tight. She pops off just long enough to tease, 'You ever fucked before, stud?' Dean's brain short-circuits, mumbling some half-assed reply. Screw waiting—she climbs back on, grabs his rock-hard dick, and slams herself down, impaling her wet heat right to the hilt. Rachel rides him like a goddamn rodeo queen, hips bucking wild, tits bouncing as she grinds that cock deep. Dean's losing it, gripping her ass, but she owns the pace. When he's right on the edge, she hops off quick, snatches his pulsing shaft, and jerks him off—hot ropes of cum blasting across her smooth thighs, marking her like a victory lap.