Reward If Found

Chayse's manning the massage parlor today, but her mind's a million miles away—she's freaking out over her missing dog, barely able to focus on kneading out knots. Then Tommy strolls in with the little furball in tow, safe and sound. Chayse's eyes light up like fireworks; she's so damn grateful, she insists on hooking him up with a free massage right then and there. Tommy grins—hell yeah, he's in—and she whisks him to the private room. No messing around: she peels off his clothes in a flash, then drags him under the warm shower spray to rinse him down. But that rush of relief hits her hard, mixed with this buzzing thanks for the guy who saved her pup. Before she knows it, she's dropping to her knees, water cascading over her, and wrapping her lips around his thickening cock. She sucks him deep and eager for a solid few minutes, tongue working overtime, eyes locked on his. Pulls back, grabs his hand, and leads him dripping to the cushy mattress on the floor. She slicks them both up with that slippery oil, bodies gleaming, and starts gliding her curves up and down his, teasing every inch. His hard dick presses insistent against her slick skin—fuck, it's too tempting. She swings a leg over, positions herself, and sinks down slow, taking his full length into her tight, welcoming pussy. Tommy's brain short-circuits; he was just playing hero returning a lost dog, and now this smokin' masseuse is straddling him, riding like she owns the rhythm, letting him pound up into her heat. She grinds those hips fierce, circling and bouncing until he's right on the edge, throbbing wild. Quick as a wink, she hops off, grips him firm, and strokes fast—boom, he unloads ropes of hot cum across her toned belly. She smears it around with a wicked smile, scoops some up on her fingers, and licks them clean, savoring the salty tang like it's the cherry on top.