The Cocky Golfer

Will swings by the massage parlor, golf clubs in tow, looking like he owns the green. Kortney greets him at the door with a sly smile. He rubs his shoulder and gripes about yanking it mid-swing, craving some serious relief. 'Hey, mind if I park my clubs by the sofa?' he asks. She nods, all easy confidence. 'Totally safe,' she says. Upstairs they go, no messing around. As she works his knots, Kortney clocks his fancy threads and that loaded vibe—jackpot. She leans in, voice husky: 'Want me to crank it up a notch? Sexier massage, extra cash.' Will grins, doesn't hesitate. 'Hell yeah.' Off come her clothes, fabric hitting the floor like a dare. They flip into a steamy 69, her curves grinding down while she attacks his cock like it's her favorite vice—sucking hard, fast, no mercy. Damn, she's a pro; Will unloads right in her mouth, quick as a bad putt.