A Secret Love

Danny struts into the soapy massage joint, clutching that anonymous gift certificate like it's a golden ticket. Already buzzing with excitement, he locks eyes with his stunning masseuse, Mika—curves that could stop traffic and a smile that screams trouble. She leads him back, helping him strip for the shower, her fingers brushing just close enough to tease. 'That gift card? Yeah, I sent it,' she confesses with a wicked grin. 'Big crush on you, stud. Figured this was the slick way to drag you here.' Under the steaming spray, Mika's soapy hands go to work, gliding over his skin, ramping up the heat. She lingers on his rock-hard cock—extra long and begging for attention—lathering it up with fistfuls of suds, stroking slow and deliberate, her touch light as a feather but firm where it counts. It's pure fire, leaving him throbbing and desperate. On the air mattress, things crank up fast. Mika drops to her knees, takes him deep, her mouth a hot, wet vice. She works him like a pro, sucking and swirling until he can't hold back—exploding right down her throat in a shuddering rush. Breathless and grinning, Danny doesn't skip a beat. He blurts out an order for round two, pronto.