Soapy Saturday

Peter's been hitting up that soapy massage spot like clockwork, but this weekend he shakes it up and walks in to spot Astrid Jaymes—fresh meat behind the counter, looking like trouble wrapped in a smile. She grabs his $150 with a wink and drags him upstairs to the bathroom, her hips swaying just enough to tease. Under the shower spray, Astrid's all business and pleasure, whispering that the weekend deal packs extra heat, then hands him the soap. Peter's fingers glide over her slick, naked curves, lathering up those full tits and round ass like he's claiming territory. They slide into the jacuzzi next, bubbles popping wild. She spreads wide, guiding his mouth to her dripping pussy—sweet and soaked—while she dives onto his massive cock in a steamy 69, slurping him deep with that expert tongue twist. Heat cranks up on the air mattress, where Astrid rides the wave, working him relentlessly until he explodes. She catches every hot spurt in her greedy mouth, swallowing like it's her favorite reward.