Can't Resist Your Charm

Eric strolls into the Soapy Massage Parlor, arms loaded with bottled water deliveries, and bam—there's sexy Kortney behind the front desk, eyeing him like fresh meat. He lays it out straight: 'You owe me $400 for all those past drops you skipped paying.' She flashes a sly grin, says she'll grab the cash, and heads upstairs. But instead of coughing up dough, she strips down, hops in the shower, and starts teasing her slick fingers over her wet pussy, getting all worked up solo. Eric's pacing down there, patience shot to hell, so he charges upstairs and busts in—catches her mid-moan, water cascading over her curves as she fingers herself shamelessly. She locks eyes with him, smirking through the steam. 'Forget the bill, stud. Jump in here and let's get slippery together.' Hell yeah, he's all in—no arm-twisting needed. He strips fast, steps under the spray, and she pounces, lathering him up with sudsy hands that glide everywhere. She grinds against him, soaping his chest, his abs, then wraps those slick palms around his throbbing cock, stroking slow and firm. Minutes later, she drops to her knees and swallows him whole, sucking hard and deep, tongue swirling like she's starving for it. She drags him out to the mattress, still dripping, and climbs on—slides her tight, soapy body up and down his back in a full-body rub that feels like pure sin. Then she flips him over, dives back in, sucking and jerking his rock-hard dick with everything she's got. She milks him dry, pumping every last spurt of jizz as he explodes all over her tits and face. Damn, that 'massage' was worth every penny of that $400—and then some.