Doctor's Orders

Kris Slater struts into the Nuru massage spot, all because his doc ordered it—no funny business. Poor guy's got that tense vibe, so Linda, feeling generous, hooks him up with a free session to melt it away. She leans in for a deep, sloppy kiss to loosen him up as she gets him ready for the shower, her lips owning his like she's staking a claim. Under the spray, she lathers his chest and that thickening cock with suds, her massive tits jiggling and smacking against his skin in the steamiest tease. Linda wraps her hand around him for a slick, long reach-around tug that has him rock-hard, then drops to her knees and swallows his dick whole, warm water cascading over her curves as she moans like she's starving for it. You can hear the hunger in her groans during that drenched blowjob—she's all in, eyes locked on him. More hungry kisses and slippery rubs fill the tub, her moans echoing as she grinds her swollen, throbbing clit right up and down the tip of his throbbing cock, teasing them both to the edge. They slide out to the table for the full-body oil slick-down, her natural C-cups gliding everywhere, especially stroking that stiff rod like it's her favorite toy. She seals the deal with her greased-up hand and hot mouth, pumping him until he unloads ropes of cum across her perky tits and fingers. Damn, what a doc's recommendation—straight fire!