Nickle Saver

Salesman struts in, pitching ads for the 'Nickle Saver,' and Tracy Sweet's got a sly grin. She's game for a trade: pro bono massage for some prime free spots. One hand scratches the other's back—hell, in this deal, they're both getting a full scrub. Tracy slicks her palms with lube and dives in, kneading out every knot. Her thumbs burrow deep, slow and steady, like she's coaxing secrets from his muscles. Tension melts, but things heat up fast. 'What'll it take for top-shelf ad space?' she purrs, eyeing the clients lining up for their naughty rubs. No time to waste—she grabs his thickening cock, slathering on lube, stroking firm and teasing. Then she leans in, lips parting to envelop his semi-stiff shaft. Gentle at first, she slides him in deep, throat working him balls-to-the-hilt. Client's king here, so Tracy milks every drop, swallowing his load with a wink, banking on that fat full-page spread.