On The House

Naomi West couldn't resist inviting Jessy Jones back to her massage parlor after that flirty bar chat—she was itching to give him the full treatment, on the house. The sultry brunette slathered warm oil across his broad back, her hands kneading deep into those tense muscles, working out every knot with expert twists. Jessy smirks and mentions her robe's slipping loose, teasing that maybe she's up for extras. Hell yeah, she's game; Naomi's dying to peek under that towel and see what he's packing. She flips him over, eyes locking on the prize, then leans in bold as brass—licks the tip of his throbbing cock slow and teasing. Next thing, she swallows him whole, her mouth hot and tight, glancing up with a wicked grin to catch his face twisted in pure bliss. Off comes her robe in a hurry; now she's naked and climbing on, planting her dripping pussy right on his eager tongue while she dives back down, deepthroating that dick like a pro. Her hand pumps his shaft slick and firm alongside the sucking, relentless rhythm building him up till he can't hold back. Boom—he explodes, and Naomi's right there, rubbing the pulsing tip all over her perky tits, letting his hot load coat her skin like she owns the damn stuff.