The Cuddle Bar

Ever notice how the hottest moments with a chick aren't always the wild fucking—they're that raw, animal urge for just skin on skin, pure heat and simple bliss? John Strong stirs awake, hand groping across the sheets for last night's hookup, but she's bolted. He scratches the cat's head, hugs a dumb stuffed animal—nah, total letdown. Cuddling's stuck in his skull, so he thumbs 'cuddle' into his phone on a whim. Boom, up pops this spot nearby: The Cuddle Bar. Sounds sketchy, but fuck it. Hostess hits him with, "What kinda treatment?" He's fumbling, so she slaps down the Full Service package. They usher him into one of their cozy fuck-nest rooms, where Zoey Foxx waits to handle his cravings. John scores the whole damn deal and then some—a steamy snuggle with this stunning babe, her hands kneading his back into oblivion, capped off by a marathon pounding that ends in one hell of a explosive cumshot.