He's Not Going To Do It For Free

Yo guys, Scarlet strolls in, all stressed out, just wanting to unwind and clear her head. If it's a massage she's after, hell yeah, I can melt her mind away. Might even zero her thoughts right onto my rock-hard cock throbbing under my jeans. That new oil glides over her silky skin like a dream, and damn, it fires me up stiff as a board. She mentions needing a crash pad, so I play the hero, saying my buddy can sort her out—no problem. But that fool ain't doing it gratis, not a chance. Those tired old lines? They always reel 'em in, like clockwork. Ha! Scarlet hems and haws at first, playing coy, but before you know it, her fingers wrap around my thick shaft, and boom—her only worry's how to slide that warm, wet mouth down it and suck every last drop outta me. Fingers crossed she hits me up again. Shit, maybe we should lock down some repeat business... Ryan