It's All About The Money

TJ strolls into Rayveness massage parlor, and the hostess hits him with a sly smile, introducing the smoking hot Evilyn as his girl for the session. She whisks him upstairs, tells him to ditch the clothes and chill out on the table. Damn, those hands of hers are magic—kneading every knot, melting his tension away like butter. They chat easy, shooting the breeze, and TJ boasts about his fat paycheck at work. Evilyn admits she's scraping by, cash tight, so TJ grins and drops the pitch: a little bonus fun from her, and he'll hook her up with a juicy tip. She's all in, no hesitation. He grabs her hand, steers it straight to his cock, and she gets the memo loud and clear. Flips him onto his back, wraps those fingers around him tight, stroking slow at first, building that heat. Gets him rock-hard, throbbing like iron, then she slinks up, grinds her wet pussy along his shaft, teasing the hell out of him. Slides down, plants that sweet spot right on his face—eat up, boy—while she dives in for a steamy 69, sucking him deep with pro-level skill. Her tongue's a weapon, swirling and pulling, and TJ's groaning, lost in the bliss. Greedy for the max payout, she keeps at it, mouth locked on as he explodes, pumping every drop of his hot load down her eager throat.