Total Relaxation

Billy struts up to the Nuru Massage Parlor, winks at Jennifer manning the door, and drops the secret password like he's got the keys to the kingdom. She smirks, lets him in, and as they chat, he brags about all the wild massages he's scored jetting around the globe. Jennifer's not impressed—she's got one up her sleeve that'll blow his mind. She grabs his hand, drags him to the private room, strips them both bare in a flash, then pulls him into the steamy shower. Her soapy hands roam everywhere, zeroing in on his cock, stroking it firm and throbbing until it's standing at full attention, begging for more. She tugs him over to the bubbling Jacuzzi next, her fingers tracing his muscles, but damn, she can't resist diving down to wrap her lips around that rock-hard shaft. She sucks him deep, slow, teasing the tip with her tongue, melting every last bit of tension out of him until he's putty in her hands, primed for the real show. Time for the Nuru magic. She slathers that slick, slippery gel over both their naked bodies—hers gleaming, curves popping—and climbs on top. She glides her tits and hips all over his skin, slippery friction lighting him up like fireworks. Flipping him onto his back, she slides up and down his length, his cock still steel-hard and pulsing against her. Grinning wickedly, she grips it tight, strokes a few expert pumps, then leans in to devour it whole, her mouth hot and hungry. The combo of her sucking and that gel-slick slide? It's too much—Billy loses it, exploding with a hot, thick load straight down her throat. Yeah, this massage? One for the spank bank forever.