The Funk Musician

Shonda's a musician who partied too hard on stage at his last show—banged up his arm and shoulder pretty good. Smart guy, he rolls in for a soapy massage to melt that ache away. His smoking-hot masseuse, Haley, greets him with a wink and hustles him to the room. Boom, she strips down right there, teasing him with every curve. Undressing him, her eyes go wide at his massive cock—girl can't resist, hands all over it already. She pulls him in for a steamy kiss, stroking that thick dick as they step into the shower. Water cascading down, she drops to her knees and wraps her lips around him, sucking like she owns the place. Leading him to the mattress next, she slicks him up head to toe with warm, bubbly soap. Sure, she massages his sore spots, but damn, she zeros in on that cock. Two hands pumping his shaft, working it firm and slow, then she engulfs it in her mouth, sucking deep and hungry. Shonda's revved up, loses it—blasts his hot load right down her throat, and she takes every drop like a champ. One last kiss goodbye, and he's out the door, pain a distant memory.