He Wont Get Up, Promise!

Cassidy Klein wakes up groggy next to her boyfriend after a wild night of pounding the party scene. She's wiped, no shut-eye in sight, so she whines for a massage to crash hard. He gives in, but it's a bust—flips onto his back and snores away in seconds. Frustrated as hell, Cassidy hops up, clueless on next moves. Enter Derrick Pierce, strolling into the living room, eyes popping at her buck-naked vibe. She spills it: her lazy-ass boyfriend promised a rubdown for some Z's, but flaked hard. Cassidy bats her lashes—hey, Derrick, you up for massaging me instead? He's hesitant, what with her dude right there snoring like a chainsaw. But damn, he caves, hands gliding over her bare skin, dipping lower, teasing that tight ass. She moans his praises, bragging how he's miles better than her slacker beau at working those knots. Flipping onto her back, she flaunts those perky tits, and Derrick? He dives right in, no fucks given. Boyfriend stirs, freaking Derrick out—bam, caught straddling his girl. He stammers he's gotta bolt, but Cassidy spots that massive tent in his pants and grins wicked. Oh, she's got plans for that beast, and her sneaky scheme's about to blow up big time. Buckle up!