Remember, Nothing Sexual

Chanel Preston walks into Seth Gamble's NURU joint talking big but she's never even heard of the damn massage. She trips on that lie fast. Seth tells her straight—no credentials, no advertising pitch. Simple as that. She wiggles around the problem: book her a session later, no sweat. Seth wants it handled now, no rescheduling bullshit. She needs his business bad enough to strip down, even though every move he's making has her sweating. He gets butt naked first. Then he peels her clothes off too, talking how it's all professional. Sure it is. In the shower his cock is already twitching while he soaps her tits and ass, running his hands between her legs like it's just water. She feels that heat on her thigh but keeps quiet. In the tub she sits between his legs and he works her nipples with his slippery fingers, hard-on grinding her back. She tells herself it's just his thumb. Mattress time: he pours gel over her body, slips and slides that rock-hard dick against her while she calls him on it. He shuts it down cold. She snaps—tells him exactly what he's going to do to her holes and that she's getting his account. Game over. She drops to her knees and sucks him like she means it, spit dripping, throat working. Then she climbs on, sinks his cock straight into her slick pussy, riding like she's been NURU-trained for years. Seth flips her on her side, pushes into her ass and rubs her soaked hairy cunt until she's screaming through an orgasm. She sucks her ass off his dick in one greedy slurp, then drops her dripping pussy down and fucks the cum straight out of him, milking every last drop.