Frequent Flyer

Logan Exx had been trapped at the airport all damn night, his body screaming for some serious relief. Ashli Ames struts him into the massage room, ready to work out the knots in his tight back and neck. She tries chatting him up, fishing for details, but he's not biting—too pissed off, just wants this hot brunette's hands on him, focusing on the rubdown. She flips him onto his back and whispers about a happy ending. Hell yes, he says, cost be damned. Her hand dives straight for his cock, stroking it firm and fast. Then she wraps her lips around that hard shaft, sucking deep while squeezing her own perky tits like she's putting on a private show. She shifts gears, swinging her wet pussy right onto his face—eat that clit, boy—while she keeps the pleasure train rolling. Ashli laps her tongue up and down his dick, teasing the tip till he's groaning it's coming. She pulls back just enough, lips parted wide, letting him watch his load flood her mouth in hot spurts. Best layover of his life, hands down.