The Pool Boy

Jack Vegas, the hunky pool guy, shows up while Maddy O'Reilly's drowning in overdue bills. She flashes a sly smile and suggests trading his pool work for a private session at her massage parlor. Jack's back has been killing him lately, so he grins and says sure, that'll square her tab. Maddy's determined to make this rubdown unforgettable—she's been fantasizing about banging her pool stud for ages, and here's her golden ticket. She starts strong, kneading his tight muscles with deep, firm strokes, all while whispering flirty nothings that make his pulse race. As he melts on the table, Maddy peels off her clothes, baring every inch of her smoking body to crank up the heat. She slicks up her belly and those perky tits with oil, then climbs aboard for a slick body-to-body slide that catches him off guard—in the best damn way. Maddy grinds her oiled tits up and down his back, her pussy dripping wetter by the second as she owns the moment. She takes charge like a queen, barking playful orders at Jack on what to do next. We zoom in tight on her soaked slit from behind as she straddles and rides him hard, the steam building fast. Things explode when she flips him over, unveiling that thick, throbbing cock she's been craving. Maddy dives in, wrapping her hands and hungry mouth around it, living out her wildest dirty dream. She lets him bury his face in her pussy 69-style for a hot minute, tongues working overtime, before she slides down to her knees. Jack unloads ropes of cum across her face, and she toys with the sticky mess, licking and playing like it's her new favorite treat. No surprise, Jack's hooked—he's bartering with Maddy every single month from now on.