Nuru Insurance Policy

Jackie swings open the door to her Nuru massage spot, flashing a sly grin at Tyler, expecting another eager client. Turns out, this smooth-talker's an insurance guy peddling flood policies like they're the hottest deal since sliced bread. She shuts him down quick—no thanks, buddy, not buying what you're slinging. But Tyler, ever the hustler, flips the script: how about a massage first? He figures once she's worked her magic, she'll loosen up and listen to his pitch. Jackie smirks, knowing exactly how to flip the tables. She leads him to the dim room, oils slick and ready, her hands promising trouble. Clothes hit the floor—his first, then hers—bodies glistening under the soft lights. She starts slow, those expert fingers kneading his tense shoulders, working down his back with a teasing rhythm that has him groaning already. 'Feel that?' she whispers, her voice all velvet and vice. She slides over him, skin on skin, the nuru gel turning everything into a slippery, heated slide. Her curves press against his ass, grinding just right, building that fire. Tyler's breath hitches as she flips him over, straddling his hips, her tits brushing his chest while she strokes his hardening cock with oiled palms. No holding back—she pumps him firm and fast, lips grazing his neck, whispering naughty encouragements that make his toes curl. He bucks under her, lost in the slick frenzy, as she ramps it up, her pussy teasing his thigh while her hands milk every inch. Climax hits him like a freight train—hot spurts shooting across his abs as she rides out his shudders, grinning like she owns the night. Best masseuse? Damn right. Now, about that insurance... but who's thinking sales pitches when you're still catching your breath?