Replace My Pump?

Tommy Gunn's fancy medicinal penis pump got swiped from his car—total buzzkill. But hey, until he tracks it down, he's hitting up Trillium for some hands-on help with that erection issue. She gets it, no judgment, and she's all in to sort him out. She has him stretch out face-up on the table, starts slathering on that warm oil, kneading his muscles, zeroing in on those inner thighs to really loosen him up. Her fingers slide over to his stiffening cock, stroking it firm and ready, turning it into a rock-solid beauty. Phase one? Nailed it. 'Flip over,' she purrs, 'slide that beast through the glory hole in the milking table and forget all about that damn pump—let the stress melt away.' She dives in, wrapping her hot, greedy mouth around every inch until it's snug as hell. Pump? What pump? It's ancient history now. This new therapy's the real deal, and boom—he unloads right on Trillium, grinning like a fool. Damn, he thinks, gotta book another round of that magic soon.