Can We Make This Fast

Hey guys, this prissy little ice queen struts into the spa today, giving me major attitude with every damn question on the intake form. Bitch was screaming for a rubdown, kept yapping about how tense she was—yeah right, like that was all it was. Good thing I packed the perfect tool to iron out those knots. Ha! She's all demanding a no-talk massage, super impatient vibe. But once my hands creep toward her sweet spots, she starts melting, though not before barking at me some more. Then I slide over to those perky tits, kneading 'em just right, and bam—she spills it: her husband's gonna flip if he learns she wrecked his shiny new stereo. Jackpot seduction ammo right there. Next thing you know, that pretty mouth of hers is wrapped around my throbbing cock. Fingers crossed hubby discovers the stereo smash-up too! Jack