The Pink Diamond

Eric struts into the massage parlor, swinging a bag that's got something straight-up priceless inside. Cece, the sharp-eyed therapist, spots it right away and leans in, dying for a peek. 'Come on, handsome, just a quick look,' she teases, but Eric plays it cool, zipping it shut tight—no dice. She ain't backing down, though; this girl's got game. 'Free massage if you spill the beans,' she purrs, batting those lashes. The promise of her hands all over him in a steamy rubdown? Yeah, that seals the deal. He cracks it open, revealing this stunning pink diamond that sparkles like sin itself. True to her word, Cece leads him to the tub for a full-body sensual massage—oil-slicked skin, her fingers working every tense muscle from neck to toes, building that electric heat. It ramps up to a happy ending, her touch turning downright filthy as she strokes him off with expert rhythm, waves of pleasure crashing hard. And the best part? He dives into her most private spots—tasting, teasing, burying himself in her slick folds and tight heat, losing track of time in that forbidden playground. But wait—is this whole sultry setup just her slick ploy to swipe that diamond while he's blissed out?