Priva

Mark struts into the massage parlor, guitar case in hand, whining about his nagging back pain from all those late-night jams. Priva, this smoking Thai vixen with curves that could make a saint sin, greets him with a sly wink. 'Hey stud, try my special treatment—guaranteed to melt that pain right out of you.' She doesn't waste time, stripping him down bare and leading him to the shower. Suds fly as she lathers him up, her hands zeroing in on his rock-hard cock and heavy balls, stroking with that expert twist that sends sparks up his spine. Mark's eyes lock on her dripping-wet, juicy body—tits bouncing, ass begging for attention—and he mutters, 'Damn, how'd I miss out on this kinda massage my whole life?' She keeps the tease going, pumping him slow and firm in the steamy shower, then hops into the jacuzzi where the bubbles amp up the thrill, her grip turning him into a throbbing mess. Finally, she drags him to the air bed for the main event: she flips into 69, her hot mouth devouring his shaft while he laps at her slick folds. Priva works him like a pro, tongue swirling, hands squeezing, until he can't hold back—exploding in a white-hot rush down her throat.