Soapy Feet Therapy

Jener's just stumbled off that red-eye from Chicago, legs screaming like they've been crammed in a sardine can the whole flight to L.A. Coach sucks, man—no legroom, pure torture. Now his calves and thighs are on fire, throbbing like hell. Smart move: he hits up Soapy Massage to unwind. Asa swings open the door with a sly grin, eyeing him up. 'Looking tense, handsome. How about my full relaxation special? It'll melt that pain and all your stress away.' Jener nods, smirking—hell yeah. They climb the stairs to the private room. First off, he sinks into the warm jacuzzi, jets bubbling as Asa works his aching feet with skilled hands and a touch of oil, kneading out every knot slow and deep. Feels like magic on those screaming soles. Then things heat up—she strips down, oils up her slick curves, and slides her naked body all over his, tits gliding across his chest, ass pressing firm against his thighs in a naughty, soapy grind that gets him rock hard. She teases with those wet curves, rubbing everywhere that counts. Finally, she wraps her hand around his throbbing cock, stroking him off with expert twists until he explodes in a mind-blowing happy ending, tension gone, grinning like a fool.