Sensory Overload

Eric's heard the buzz about this spot and figures, why the hell not? It's one of those parlors where 'happy ending' isn't just a rumor. He picks Natalia as his therapist—smart choice, she's a stunner. They tell him to strip down and chill out. Eric complies like a champ, ditching every stitch and parking his bare ass right on the massage table, no towel in sight, balls to the breeze. Natalia strolls back in, eyes him up, and grins: 'Wow, you're in a hurry, aren't you?' Then the heat kicks off—a massage that's equal parts rubdown and rev-up, her hands sliding over his skin like they're on a mission to unwind every last knot and crank up the fun.