Low Cost Massage

Jenner caught wind of the wild shit going down at the Nuru Massage Parlor and figured he'd dive right in, but his wallet was light—only a measly hundred bucks, short for the full ride. Screw it, he showed up anyway, and damn, this smoking hot babe Ryder greets him with a wink. She hears his money woes and grins, saying she knows just the trick to make that hundred feel like a jackpot. She leads him to the room, peels off his clothes like it's no big deal, then hops into the shower with him, soaping him up nice and thorough, her hands gliding everywhere. Once he's clean and ready, she parks him in that sneaky Sukebe chair. Then comes the Nuru gel— she pours it on slow, that slick warmth hitting his skin like a total tease, getting him rock hard in seconds. She slides her body all over his, but zeroing in on the good stuff: her curves grinding against his cock and balls, hands wrapping around his shaft with expert strokes, teasing those nuts just right. She's a fucking wizard at it, and Jenner loses it quick— blasts a thick, hot load right across her perky tits, leaving her glistening and smirking like she owned the show.