Premarriage Massage

Marcus London bolts into the massage spot, itching for a speedy rubdown from his therapist, Lolly Ink. 'Gotta make this quick,' he pants to her. 'I'm tying the knot today.' Lolly smirks and dives right in—no chit-chat. She strips bare and drops to her knees, wrapping her lips around his rock-hard cock, sucking like she's got a deadline too. She drags him to the tub, where they lock in a steamy kiss, hands roaming wild. Fingers tease her slick folds while she strokes his throbbing shaft. It's revving Marcus into overdrive; he groans and begs, 'Suck me again, please.' Lolly grins wickedly. 'You want the full nuru treatment?' Hell yeah, he does. She grabs the thick, slippery gel and slathers it everywhere on his ripped body. Then she slides her naked curves all over his back—those perky tits and her hot pussy grinding just right, like a custom tease. She flips him, squeezes his dick between her oiled-up breasts, and pumps it hard, tit-fucking him into a frenzy. Time's ticking, wedding bells looming, but screw it—Marcus flips the script and pounds her tight, shaved pussy like a man possessed, thrusting deep and relentless. So, does this horny groom make it down the aisle, or was that slippery nuru ride the real vow worth breaking?