Tickle And Tease

Sarah Jessie's been sliding onto Jack Vegas's massage table for a couple months now, chasing relief for that nagging shoulder. Today, though? She's moaning like it's pure bliss, way more than his usual clients. Jack's mind races—time to turn this into something steamier, like coaxing a killer blowjob out of her. Those legs of hers, those full tits? Ticklish as hell. He loves the way she giggles and squirms when he teases them. Can't help himself; he slips those oily hands over her tits and grazes her pussy, just to hear that laugh bubble up. She tenses a bit as his fingers edge closer to her slick folds, nerves kicking in. He goes for a full tit massage, kneading those soft mounds, but she pipes up, 'Hey, I'm good without the boob treatment.' Jack doesn't quit—he tickles her nipples relentlessly, making her thrash and beg. 'Okay, fine! I'll suck your cock if you stop!' Damn, she must be insanely ticklish. But Sarah? She's no rookie. She's always eyed him as hot as sin, so the second he unzips and whips out that thick cock, she's on it like she's starved. Wrapping her lips around him, sucking deep and sloppy, just like he's dreamed. Jack doesn't forget the deal, though—he keeps tickling her sides, reminding her exactly why she's bobbing on his dick with such eager enthusiasm.