A Perfect Massage

Seth's no stranger to the gym grind, but this week he tweaked something bad, so he heads to the Nuru Massage Parlor for a steamy rubdown to loosen up. His smoking-hot masseuse Randy greets him at the door with a wink and leads him to the room. She peels off her clothes right there, giving him the full eyeful of her killer curves—he's already hooked. They hop into the shower, and as she lathers him up all slick and slow, he can't resist; he pulls her in for a deep kiss, then pins her against the tile, grinding his throbbing cock right up against her wet pussy. Randy takes charge, grabbing his hard shaft and guiding it straight into her tight heat—bam, he's thrusting deep, fucking her hard under the spraying water. But she's a tease, doesn't let him blow it yet; she eases off quick, smirking like she owns the show. Towels barely dry, she drags him to the gel-soaked mattress, slathering them both in that slippery Nuru magic. She glides her naked body over his, kneading those sore spots with her tits and hips, turning every inch of him to jelly. Seth flips the script a bit, pulling her up so he can bury his tongue in her dripping pussy while she dives down to wrap her lips around his pulsing cock—pure, sloppy heaven. Finally, she spreads out on her back, legs wide, and he pounds into her, building that edge until he yanks out and unloads ropes of hot cum all over her flat, quivering belly.