Better Than Hubby

Robby's strutting into Nuru Massage for the first time, thanks to a solid tip from his buddies. He's all revved up, and yeah, he starts getting a little too grabby right off the bat. Yasmine shoots him a sly look—'Watch it, stud, my hubby's the jealous type, so keep those paws in check.' But damn, Robby can't resist; his hands keep wandering back to her curves like magnets. She plays it cool, teasing him with every move, sliding that gorgeous ass right over his clothed bulge until he's straining like crazy. Then she strips him down, no mercy. In the shower, it's game on. Yasmine's all over him—hands stroking, ass grinding, mouth sucking that thickening cock like it's her new favorite toy. She can't get enough, and neither can he. On the table, she unleashes the full arsenal: slick oils, body slides, every naughty glide designed to drive a guy wild. Robby's losing his mind, bucking like a bull. And Yasmine? She's craving it bad—lets him pound her harder than she's taken in ages, screaming for more in that steamy room. No way Robby's waiting for round two. She books him solid for tomorrow, both grinning like they just pulled off the heist of the year.