Where's The Leak?

TJ hustles over to Eva's soapy massage joint after she calls him about a leaky air mattress. He shows up right on time, and she drags him to the shower room to hunt down the problem. But nope—his poking and prodding turns up zilch. Eyes wandering, it hits him like a ton of bricks: this ain't your grandma's spa. It's a slippery playground for all kinds of fun. Eva catches that wide-eyed 'aha' on his face and grins, offering a free full-body rubdown to make up for the wild goose chase. Hell yeah, he jumps on it. She peels off his clothes without a second thought, exposing every ripped inch of him. Damn, the sight of those chiseled muscles gets her all fired up, pussy tingling with heat. She lathers him up good, her hands gliding over his skin in a teasing, electric dance that has him rock hard in no time. Then she climbs on, sliding her slick, naked body up and down his—tits pressing firm, ass grinding just right, building that fire slow and filthy. Finally, she leads him to the shower, drops to her knees, and wraps her lips around his throbbing cock. He unloads straight down her throat, and she swallows every drop with a naughty wink.