Show Me The Money

TJ strolls into the massage parlor, eyes locked on the smoking hot Mason for his session. She wastes no time, grabs his hand, and leads him upstairs to the table where she gets him stripped and settled in. As her hands glide over his ripped body, oil slick and firm, Mason feels that familiar heat building between her legs—she's getting seriously turned on. They chat easy, and she's floored when he admits he's single, no girl in sight. Score. Then TJ hits her with it: can he get a peek at those killer boobs? Mason grins, lays it out straight—yeah, but it'll cost a bit extra for the tits, and toss in more dough, she'll deliver the full naughty treatment. He nods yes without hesitation, and boom, she reaches down, wraps her fingers around his thickening cock, and starts pumping away with a wicked rhythm. She drops low, mouth wide open, and engulfs his rock-hard dick, swallowing every inch down her throat like a pro. She works him over, sucking deep and sloppy, lets him slide that shaft between her soft, full breasts for a hot titty fuck, keeps stroking until he explodes, shooting his load straight into her eager mouth. She laps up every drop, cleans him off with her tongue, and saunters out, leaving TJ blissed out, grinning like the cat that got the cream.