Playball

Nick's all about that basketball grind with his crew, and damn, this massage spot's right next to the court. His teammates sneak over after practice for a little fun, and today, Nick's itching to dive in himself. Evelyn greets him at the door with a sly grin, chats him up quick, and they hit the shower together. Water's hot, soap's slick—she lathers him up for that steamy, body-to-body rinse that gets the blood pumping. She sets up the air mattress, tells him to drop face down like a good boy. Evelyn slathers soap everywhere, from his shoulders to those tight calves, then climbs on and slides her naked curves all over his bare skin. Feels like pure sin, her tits gliding smooth, ass pressing firm. Nick's rock hard now, throbbing with need. She flips the script—strokes that stiff cock with soapy hands, then wraps her lips around it, sucking deep and hungry. He loses it, blasting cum straight down her throat while she swallows every drop like it's her favorite treat.