I Love Soapy Massage

Bill's buddies wouldn't shut up about this Soapy Massage joint, swearing it was the best damn thing ever. He caved, booked a slot, and showed up ready to see what the hype was about. Walked in and bam—Jennifer, his masseuse, hits him like a freight train. Total knockout. He plays it smooth, but then she strips down, revealing that killer body, and he's thinking, yeah, this is gonna rock. In the shower, she lathers him up, hands gliding everywhere, teasing his dick just enough to get it twitching. Grinning like she knows exactly what she's doing, she drags him to the Jacuzzi next. They sink into the steamy water, chilling for a bit, her curves brushing against him. Then she tells him to stand. He hops up, no questions, and—whoa—she drops to her knees and starts sucking his cock like it's her favorite treat. Bill's mind is blown; he figured it'd be good, but this? Straight-up jackpot. That mouth of hers works magic for a while, got him throbbing. Finally, she pulls him to the mattress, slathers soap all over both of them till they're slick as hell. She rubs him down head to toe, her tits sliding over his chest, ass grinding against his thighs. Works her way down slow, grabs his rock-hard cock, and goes to town—sucking the head deep while her hand pumps the shaft like a pro. He tries to hold out, but nope, he explodes, shooting hard as she milks every drop. First time at Soapy Massage for Bill, but hell, he's hooked—definitely coming back for seconds.