A Bad Day Gets Better

Eric shows up at the massage parlor, beat from the day, and damn if the door doesn't open to Erin looking like pure sin—curves that could stop traffic and a smile that says trouble. He spills about his rotten, stress-packed day, and she nods, all sympathy, leading him to the dimly lit room with a promise to melt it all away. Oil-slick hands work his back, knots and all, while he gripes about the job from hell—underpaid, overworked, bosses treating him like dirt. Erin's feeling for the guy, her touch turning thorough, kneading deep into his muscles. Then her fingers glide up his inner thigh, slow and teasing, and bam—his cock stiffens like it's got a mind of its own. She pauses, voice husky: 'Want a happy ending?' Eric's eyes go wide, but he blurts yes without missing a beat, figuring it's just a quick handjob. Nope. This vixen strips bare, every inch of her killer body on display, then climbs aboard, straddling his face while she dives down to wrap her hot mouth around his throbbing dick. She's a pro at sucking him off, tongue swirling like magic, and he's lost in it—lapping at her slick, amazing pussy, grinding against her curves, the heat building wild. He blows like a goddamn volcano, ropes of cum erupting all over her gorgeous face. She keeps going, milking every last spurt from him, and just like that, all the day's bullshit vanishes—poof, stress gone for good.