The Horny Masseuse

Bill strolls in for his massage, and bam—there's Yuki, fresh off the boat from Japan, flashing a killer smile. She hits him with options: American style or the Japanese way. Bill's no fool; he picks Japanese, figuring why not go exotic? She whisks him to the room, peels off every stitch of clothing, and damn, her body's a total knockout—curves that could stop traffic. Heart racing, Bill follows her into the shower. She wastes no time, wraps her hand around his cock, and starts stroking slow and firm. Bill's grinning like an idiot; this massage is off to one hell of a start. He drops onto the shower step, and Yuki kneels right in, taking his cock into her mouth. Girl's got skills—deep-throating him like a pro, lips sliding down to the base without a gag. Bill's losing it, heat building fast. Can't wait anymore; he pulls her up, spins her around, and slides his throbbing dick into her tight pussy. He pounds away, water splashing everywhere, her moans echoing off the tiles. After a few hot minutes, she leads him dripping to the mattress, slathers them both in that slick Nuru gel. Bodies gliding like silk on skin—her tits pressing into his chest, ass grinding against him. It's pure fire; Bill's rock-hard and starving for more. He flips her onto her side, positions himself behind, and drives deep into that sweet pussy again. She clenches around him, working her hips like magic, urging him on. Thrust after deep thrust, he loses control—pulls out just in time and unloads all over her flat belly, ropes of cum painting her skin. Yuki scoops some up, pops it in her mouth, and smirks, savoring the taste like it's her favorite treat. Bill? Totally sold on the Japanese upgrade.