Nervous Dane

Dane dragged himself into the Nuru Massage Parlor, dead on his feet from that damn insomnia. Eyes bloodshot, brain foggy as hell. He spilled it all to his masseuse, Missy—this hot number with a knowing grin. 'Can't sleep, babe,' he said. 'Just want you to melt my stress so I can crash at home.' She smirked, all confident. 'Oh, I got you covered, stud. Follow me.' She led him straight to the massage room, stripped him down, and eased him into the steaming Jacuzzi. Warm water hit like a hug from behind. Missy slid in close, her hands roaming his skin, kneading out the knots. Then she went lower, wrapping her fingers around his cock. Nice and slow at first, building that fire. He stiffened right up—rock hard in seconds. She didn't hesitate; dipped her head and took him deep into her mouth, sucking with that perfect rhythm, tongue swirling like she owned the place. Pure bliss in the bubbles. Once he was throbbing and desperate, she pulled him out, all slick and ready. Laid him flat on the mattress, slathered them both in that slippery Nuru gel—cool at first, then warming up fast. She climbed on, gliding her curves over his body, tits teasing his chest, hips grinding just right. His dick? Still standing tall from that Jacuzzi deep-throat magic. Missy pressed her killer figure against it, rubbing slow and teasing, making him groan. Then she gripped him firm, stroking with those magic hands—talented as fuck, twisting just so. Dane lost it quick, exploding everywhere, hot ropes painting her skin as she milked every last drop. He lay there, spent and smirking, that insomnia bullshit already fading like a bad dream. Sweet sleep? Yeah, knocking at the door.